Call For Kindness

Their blood is red and hides beneath their skin, They bleed and scream aloud when they are killed, We call them beasts, but they are human's kin, They beg for life when furry skins are peeled. A bit of kindness is their sole demand For survival and for a healthy earth. The rhino who's been slain with an iron brand, Wanted to play around the fields in mirth. But now she strives to catch her final breath, While gasping, panting in futility Before she dies a slow and painful death, Without accursing whole humanity. Her two rare horns beckoned untimely end To her life, which adorns the woody clime, While on a stag, sad death still does impend, His antlers would provoke men commit a crime. For them this forest air secretly weeps, I hear the dirge in sobs of shady leaves, 'They'll be extinct', a murmuring voice creeps, And for lost human kindness mourns and grieves. Date: 9th June, 2020 Kindness Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina Riddle