Poaching Predicament

Mahogany eyes see through a varnish 

Of priceless pelts to ivory garnish 

Food chains severed, equilibrium no longer 

Pay safeness no heed, living over yonder. 

Clenched steel mouths, take victims for days 

Poachers apparent overappraise. 

Shotguns aimed along the sunny hearth 

Make it clear that this is no place for birth. 

A hundred elephants in Africa each day 

Are poached to nirvana, bodies astray. 

Parenthood solace, taken away 

Replaced by a solstice, of mourning the day. 

Contrived into circuses, labs, and zoos 

Cursed with the knowledge that one day they’ll lose 

The roulette of life; maltreatment infused. 

Society turns, blind, to the scapegoats 

Of skulls and fur, death impure. 

So speak out with conviction 

To affix our derelictions, enforce the world's regime 

To assist this convolution, words like gasoline.