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