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It's a shame, the slaughtering of the animal kingdom by poachers.

No Slaughter

Swimming in the river were some elephants 
They were giving themselves a bath 
And over by the river bank 
Was a lonesome male giraffe
 
From the murky waters peeking out 
Were a crocodiles eyes 
He had hold of a wildebeest 
That was taken by surprise
 
From nowhere came a rhinoceros 
Who had something more to say 
He jumped onto the crocodile's back
So the beast could get away
 
A female cheetah was also there 
She was fishing for a meal 
But so were some hyenas 
They were looking for a steal
 
A monkey and a chimpanzee 
Had been watching from the trees 
They groomed each other spotless 
And they ate each others fleas
 
And soon the mighty lion came 
To have himself a drink 
When all the others heard his roar 
They left without a blink
 
Then the sound of a gun was fired 
And it opened the lion's ears 
He heard the sound of a gun before 
And it's one thing that he fears

In a jeep were poachers racing 
From a sheriff on their trail 
He was catching up to them 
To throw their butts in jail
 
One by one the animals returned 
To get back to the water 
They all get to live another day 
Today, there is no slaughter
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Laurie Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 11:14 PM
G'day Charles … I cannot believe that these so called big game hunters are such cowards with their killing of wildlife for killing, and for those that breed lions to be shot deserve to suffer the same fate - thanks Charles for the good news in the final verse - Lindsay
Messina Avatar
October 9, 2018 at 6:53 AM
You are right Lindsay, these so called big game hunters are cowards and should be ashamed of their selves. It's awful and we probably don't know half of what goes on. G'day my good friend. - Charlie
Donnelly Avatar
June 14, 2018 at 7:02 AM
The vileness of humans makes a decent one ashamed, appalled at the species, human, and to also with be named. Both poachers and trophy hunters make my blood boil. I like how you wrote this poem, Charles, depicting nature beautifully, and then how a human lives to destroy it. Glad it has a happy ending. I wish every day did. All the best to you. :) ~ Artsie
Messina Avatar
October 9, 2018 at 6:56 AM
My blood boils as well Artsie. Especially when I walk into a home or local tavern and see a head on a wall. Thank you so much! All the best to you as well. ~Charlie
Talbot Avatar
June 13, 2018 at 4:52 PM
WOW! The perfect ending to a well-delivered tale, oh should every day end the same, no slaughter. Mick
Messina Avatar
October 9, 2018 at 6:58 AM
Hey Mick, been busy at work and just getting caught up here on the soup. Thanks for your input on this one. All the best...Charlie
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