No idle sage in wakeful dreams
Or medicine man in tribal lands
hath pinned his words to uncaring ears
of deranged misfits or merry men bands
no wisdom sparkles
from buffed and burnished stone
nor sky be lit, or in
all engulfing nights shown
they naively seek heaven, in
matted hair around oozed glue
finger, wads’ ecstatic buzz, as
dominoes fall white black and blue
with machetes hack, maim
left writhing, bake in pools red
condors’ waste plaster white
where they grazed, dropped dead
once ranged over pearly earth
now in pockets far and few
Viet and Asian men may gloat
fancy nails, that the world just threw
Callous mix of black and white
spells pain and death of horn’s strife
no booming resolutions shall ever stay
plunged in Africa’s heart the knife
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21st May,2k13
Islamabad.
You have raised a conscientious voice against illegal poaching of rhino's horns. I feel after reading how crazy and callous man is that following misinformation about it's properties they are killing innocent animals. 10/10 for this write..it should be read on some international forum.
I would vote you as WWF ambassador for this, at least as a poet member to them....wow that would be nice if they can bring you make many documentary together....! your dream world! ! ! _Soul
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A great poem stating the sense of urgency to conserve our friends in the wild. Let us not reach the point when we say 'once there was a rhino'. Thank you.