Broken Ivory, the Beaten Elephant

BROKEN IVORY, THE BEATEN ELEPHANT Gracia El Mundo Of our breaths revival That got stuck in strange jaws this while Now it's a song, broken ivory, beaten elephant Yesterday He was an Elephant- King Giant legs to stand on Big ears for all secrets Big trunk to reach for food I am a country on a verge The walls of my edge near collapse The wefts of my cloth easing The warps of it's thread easing A fabric of colour waning A rag in wait of the remnants That's a frailing nation Coveted by hungry mouths In marry from quenched courtships France at it once again Playing the fiddle Dancing the Belle Mon' Ami What a country Whats it's people Innocent to their fate One been greedy for the thirst One been bathed in the light So been played like African dolls.