When Elephants Cry Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

They used to master the road
as means of transport for man
They used to laugh and giggle
as they nurture their young.

But too soon their joy is aborted;
Poor elephants hide from man
as they are hunted as enemies-
not for meat but for high profit!

Their tusks are disengaged
from their bodies, chiseled as dead art!
Scared of their strength, poachers
shoot them, and never leave them alive!

The holy ground where elephants
used to stroll around with their young ones
is now turned to be a great anomaly of man!
Here's the spot, the killing fields of our elephants!

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when the world celebrates World Elephant Day in August