Pangolins

Small scaley figures lie motionless in the grass,

A scream shatters my heart as if it is glass,

Shots ring throughout the dry, barren land,

Even if hunting is strongly banned,

Dark shadows look through a sea of dead figures,

Where limbs are wonky, all disfigured,

Pangolins lie, hiding in fear,

Fearing that their death is now here,

Evil smirks cover countless men’s faces,

As they gather the bodies, to leave no traces,

Others try and stop them to no success,

Even though they are trying their best,

We must stop hunting these defenceless creatures,

We must not take their unique features,

We can’t let them die,

So, help us say goodbye,

To the hunters of these animals,

For they are being very irrational,

So, stop hunting Pangolins to keep them safe,

For hunting illegally means you’re a disgrace.