To purses of leather
one lost its skin
One lost its feather
to hats and decors
Another lost its fur
to those mink coats
One lost its tooth
to ivory bangles gosh!
Many lost their lives
to heartless hunters
Not only are they
on animal property encroaching
They are selfishly and greedily
also poaching
Alas! Alas! Alas!
Woe to that cut throat
fine and fancy fur coat
They lost it all to ruthless
merciless, thoughtless poachers
And even if this lost was found later
and confiscated by officers
Still how do you restore
this lost and found
to their rightful owners?
How do you return a severed tusk to the elephant?
Fur to the lynx cat?
Skinned skins to the python?
Or ripped feathers to the peacock?
And how do you restore life
to the poor dead fauna
As long as poaching is rife
Relax not in beach or sauna.
Peep through binoculars
instead of through guns
Shoot 'em' with cameras
instead of weapons
O' hunters shun hunting
with darned shotguns!
Yes, STRONGLY-stated thoughts about the use of animals for the benefits of humans. The subject is not all one-sided I'm sure.
You have gorgeously highlighted man's cruelty towards innocent animals.
This poem's topic MAY be somewhat 'dated' now,10 years later; I don't know. For its value as a poem, and for the sake of giving it a boost to be read by more, I give it a 5.
'And how do you restore life to the poor dead fauna As long as poaching is rife Relax not in beach or sauna.' Well, you DON'T. You cleverly formed a catchy rhyme; I liked it. ;) bri
There's much I could say about the poem and the topic, some of it is not 'flattering'. But I choose to not comment here. If someone wants my thoughts, ASK. bri : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its just a view no a poem
Well, it certainly IS 'a view', but I say: 'It certainly IS also a poem! '
Then it means you don't know what's a poem