A new life, a mammal had been added,
He lay in his mothers palms. So padded.
A snuffle and squeak, then the first breath,
But around the corner, waited blood cold death.
They had waited and waited for the babies birth,
for him to arrive on this bitter earth.
They would snatch him away, as sharp as a thorn,
straight after the gorilla had been born.
Before his eyes had adjusted to the light,
before he could put up a tiny fight.
His fists would still be clinging to his mother,
he would think of her as an other.
They would keep him behind cold, steel ...