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
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