Wild Life and the White Man
Wild life some guard with their last drop of blood,
Save God should want to waste it with fierce flood:
I have in mind white men, sometimes, funny,
Quick to buy strange theatre with money…
Arrest and imprisonment for poachers.
They would no longer sell to keen butchers;
Hard labor behind bars as teacher;
When one is out Criticizing Preacher…
Earth’s Richest Wild Life: Madagascar!
Black wounds inflicted on her White Man’s Scar,
White worries over wild life Extinction,
Quite happy to, here, make a distinction…
His posture lesson-rich revelation:
One does not risk vague regeneration.
Sure, he is watching Nigeria’s Game Reserve
And could fight for what their members deserve:
Neatly, his clamors for Animal Rights
Killers’ daily intrusions mandate flights!
Yet, the wildlife whites like, to some a knife:
A giraffe at noon enjoying tall life
Before dark losing it to lion’s strife:
A pride of them killing both him and wife!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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