The Pachyderm
The Pachyderm
The mighty Elephant much hunted by man,
His ivory tusks take a lifetime to grow.
To kill for these tusks there is now a ban,
But new ivory still goes on show.
It is used for piano keys, and chess men,
Such trivial luxuries you must agree.
Slaughtered without pity, not knowing when,
Now made a fugative, no more to roam free.
Mankind has much to answer for,
As the Pachyderm becomes extinct.
As he dies in pain he lets out a roar,
If you could hear it, it might make you think.
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