My Endangered Nose

My existence is a thorn My extinction at the tip of Africa’s horn Please forgive my deep rooted scorn For the poacher’s gun I am born Torn – unknowns to me – I’m a healer My death brings wealth to the dealer Ton – sold on the black market – into slavery Betrayed by my very own life-giving veterinary I could never see beyond my nose Who, when, why I’m attacked – God knows?! You report on my, “Endangered species” – death sells Like the syndicate – only interested in my gross sales