I wrote this poem a while back after reading Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. I felt bad about all the elephants that were exploited for their ivory tusks...
The Elephant's Song
You stare at me.
Rough skin, wrinkled, and grey.
You turn and flee.
I’m a monster, you must be prey.
Rough skin, wrinkled and grey.
But then you spot my ivory treasure.
You’re a monster, I’m the prey.
Transformed by your lust for pleasure.
Yes, you spot that ivory treasure,
And it’s your duty to slay the beast.
Transformed by a lust for pleasure.
You’re not guilty in the least.
You glare at me;
I turn and flee.
It’s your duty to slay the beast,
So you’re not guilty in the least.
You’re not sorry in the least
the bold type
6 years ago
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