My tusks aren't yours to take.

As I stand tall keeping my guard
Along came a duck who yelled at me hard
The duck said Why are you out and not in a shelter
Don’t you know about the poachers are you lost in welter?
Lost in welter No no I am not
Then along BANG! came a shot
I froze in fear
The duck was gone
What was withdrawn?
In the settled mourning dust
That small duck, why is he stuck
Then I heard a yell get that big tusk then that small muck
I started to run and run I didn’t stop
I ran for a day and ran nonstop
Then I collapsed
With no sight of mum
Was it the poachers to make a crumb?
As I woke up, in a pool of blood 
Whose blood is this
And where are my tusks