Wild Tusks
Yesterday was lush and green
Tomorrow will be baron
They’ve arrived, with cunning
How do we continue on, endure
After these creatures of the night
Have rambled through
Nothing can grow here
Will never flourish again
A perennial disenchantment
They’ve poached the roots
Eaten them greedily, wildly
This habitat trampled away
Moving across, multiplying
A tedious landslide nocturnal
The more we hunt them
The quicker they learn
Boastful tusks challenging
A successful vendetta
Completed only by being
Being what they are
Doing what they do
Why exhaust a hoof
When you can starve the hand
A hand that time and again
And again and again
Has done the very same
Creature of the night, if you could say
We’d know it was ourselves
That showed you how to defeat us
Knocking at the door
Blowing it down
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