The Peaceful Beast

A force of nature, a mighty beast,

On simple vegetation, this creature feasts, 

No longer as many as there were back then,

For they carry the strength of a thousand men.

‘We want their tusks!’

‘We want their trunks!’

Humans yelled in the masses,

They took their tusks, they took their trunks,

Reduced their population to ashes.

Now, many years later, we realize what we’ve done,

We apologize and try to help, “We were just having some fun,

We didn’t need to do that, we were wrong with our actions,

We don’t do that anymore, it’s not like we’re assassins.”

But the poachers are still out there,

Cooking up batches and batches,

With their Ivory stashes,

Going out with loaded caches and matches,

Burning it down because the fact is, 

We don’t really care what happens,

Until the population crashes.