The Elephants
Across the grasslands they move so slow
Gentle giants, strong enough to kill with just one blow
Yet, compassionate enough to cry
As one of their fallen is about to die
Shot illegally for an ivory prize
The pain shows in his big eyes
The elephants gather to mourn their loss
The leader of their pack dead among the grass and moss
Days later they restart their journey across the plains
Through the blinding sunshine and the torrential rains
A widow, a baby, a mother, all left alone
For only a treasure of white bone
Months and months go by
When, all of a sudden the widow cries
The elephants have traveled back
To the scene of the savage attack
Before them lie their leader’s bones
Among the dirt and insects, all alone
With their massive trunks, the bones they feel
Hoping that this will help them heal
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