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The elephant marches ahead

A route his herd has taken for millennia

There is now a city in the way

People with guns and bullets

Hatred in their heart

They follow the herd

Killing for food is different than killing for profit

A shot

The herd screams and flees

This one left to die

Nothing they can do

Against the weapons of man

Bullet pierces his side

They’ll end him and take his tusks

They’ll leave his corpse to rot

And they’ll come back for more

Never satisfied their rich clients are

The herd will grieve and move on

They know there’s nothing they can do

The last of the megafauna are being hunted to extinction by the poachers who serve rich clients. Are they not satisfied with destroying the world? Must they also hire hitmen to kill the megafauna?

They pass a dead rhino on their way to the watering hole

There is not a horn on his head, just gore

A grim reminder

A warning of what’s to come

If they were to seek revenge

I wouldn’t stop them