Dawn explodes like flames on this harsh and timeless land
Blackened and pillaged by the human hand
Where the magnificent giants of Africa roam
On the sun bronzed earth that I call home
A myriad of footprints like portraits on the sand
Brushstrokes of violence marring the land
The roar of a machine gun
A backdrop of thunder
Scythes of death..butcher and plunder
Gentle giants massacred we scream in despair
Is anyone out there?
Does anyone care?
Wildlife warriors : guardians of the veldt
Riding the wind: hands close to the cartridge belt
Gallant men on the ground
Stalking stealthily without a sound
Panic and heartbeats: an overpowering hum
Poachers scattering: men on the run
Bullets lashing out: hitting with meaty sounds
Hands clawed: groping on the ground
Warriors of the veldt : drunk with fatigue
Poachers: pathetic, defenseless,cringing on knees
Cowards screaming: begging pleas
A deadly calm lingers: Africa’s pain
Wildlife warrior’s victory
Cleansing rain
A beautiful poem with a dash of revenge!!!!! I am routing for the wildlife warriors! The pathetic pleading poachers leaves a hint of a smile because though it is violent this kind of karma would be welcome….well done! I love it!
beautiful, thought provoking poetry.
Please can I post this on our page? It says it all……..
Hi Patsy,
Would be delighted if you would post onto your page. All I ask is for direction to my http://www.jennysjumbojargon.com site. We are all desperate to keep our wildlife safe. I will also have a look at your page. Cheers now
Jenny Luke