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Jessica Moore Poem
Somewhere a carved ornament,
catching the eye of a passing tourist.
He buys it for his wife,
Not caring that it stopped a life.
Somewhere a man makes a living,
Selling souveniers,
That people can't help buying,
Not caring that a specias is dying.
Somewhere a rich man
is involved in trading tusks.
For a life he's led,
A herd lies dead.
Somehwere a poor man
Raises a gun wihich a rich man gave him,
And somewhere, under African skies,
A baby elephant cries
Copyright © Jessica Moore | Year Posted 2009
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