Of Abandoned Trunks and the Children

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There laid the empty gray trunk;

never to hold a thing again.

There in the blood-wet soil,

a sadden decaying lump.

Dead and no longer in life’s pain;

lifeless—no longer in earthly toil.

Gone are the rumbling fun echoes

and self-gushing joyous showers;

Leaving only keloid ivory memories

to be as tombstone flowers.

Thus is the sad eerie fate

of a great regal elephant;

A victim of greed’s sake—

and man’s pleasure hunt.

Ironically–in schoolyard-like graves–

in the brightness of ivory sunshine days,

Our children–like joyful trumpeting elephants–

have become victims of man’s ongoing pleasure hunt:-

Abandoned Trunks And The Children There laid the empty gray trunk; never to hold a thing again. There in the blood-wet soil, a sadden decaying lump. Dead and no longer in life’s pain; lifeless—no longer in earthly toil. Gone are the rumbing fun echoes and self gushing joyous showers; Leaving only keloid ivory memories to be as tombstone flowers. Thus is the sad eerie fate of a great regal elephant; A victim of greed’s sake— and man’s pleasure hunt. Ironically–in schoolyard-like graves– in the brightness of ivory sunshine days, Our children–like joyful trumpeting elephants– have become victims man’s ongoing pleasure hunt:-

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