Ivory Touch - Poem by Ima Ryma
Because ivory is big biz,
A lot of elephants get killed.
That's just the way humankind is.
Where there's demand, supply gets filled.
Calling ivory biz a crime
Does not seem to be working well,
A waste of energy and time,
As ivory is hot to sell.
Let scientific minds invent
A way to make ivory bad.
An instant death message be sent
When handling by humans be had.
If ivory is to die for,
Then supply would be good no more.
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