THE SPIRITS ARE ANGRY
Unease settles like heavy fog
Shadows in the dark
The trees, a silent witness
To the massacre in the park
Ghostly shapes float
Ethereal and forlorn
Carcasses of the elephants
Abused and torn
Mother Nature grows restless
Blustering through the trees
The spirits of the Gods
Difficult to appease
Anger, like an inferno bubbles
Close to eruption
Guardians of nature show displeasure
At
Man’s greed and corruption
The fiery dawn reveals
Chaos and desolation
Fingers point at human greed
A disrespect for conservation
Human betrayal and abomination
Deadly whispers on the breeze
Shadowy forms disappearing through the trees
Ears and eyes are all around
Perpetrators of this act of violence
Will be found
Which men in suits have supplied
The lethal cyanide?
Villagers cower
Threats are crystal clear
‘Keep my name off your lips’
Or
‘Punishment will be severe’
Mother Nature knows who you are
There is no place to hide
The death of all these animals
The spirits cannot abide
Mist shrouded shapes, large and grey
Will stalk you in your dreams
Tearing at your conscience
With loud pitiful screams
I am overawed by your poetry,Jenny,it is very beautiful and very moving. How sad that the villagers ” had to do the dirty work for these rotten murderers”. I could wish that they never ever sleep peacefully again–hope their dreams are horrendous and that Elephants will haunt them till the end of time. The photgraphs are extremely stressful but make me feel a deep and abiding anger against poachers –wherever they are doing their hateful work–and whatever animal they are targeting to feed their greed.
This poem is incredible and yes mother nature must be fuming at humans destruction of her beautiful beasts! I hope they get caught and have nightmares forever! Well done I am so proud!!