Olifantje
By Nakya V
Published 23 February 2021
Crumpled ears and a flattened trunk,
Threads hanging loosely, intimidating,
Limply, it’ll sing you a lullaby
Staring with silk eyes of baiting.
Drunk on desperation
On a throne of lies he sits,
He’ll watch you ever so innocently,
Hiding you from all your misfits
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