The Judas Coins Poem by Terry Dawson

A blight is upon the promised lands
Where the elephant herds roam free
When the great one's child is snatched from the wild
And the natural laws are defiled!

Three tens of silver pockets he
Who takes the young ones from the free
To live alone until their end
No kith, no kin, nor any friend.

A curse upon the evil, Greed
To place in bondage never freed
The wild infants filled with fright
Without hopes to assuage their plight.

No herd or wild to make them whole
Or kindred ones to soothe the soul
Till sad death finds them still alone
Curse'd are the Judas coins; the hearts of stone!