21 July 2012
Dying, the elephant lets out a scream His face a bloody mess Hearing the cries of the predators Who circle, waiting for death
Gaping holes, where his tusks once were Hewn out by a poacher's knife Ivory, creamy and white Tainted by an elephant's life
It's a cruel world where humans act With total disregard Driven by money, greed and lust Peacefulness is marred
And as you press those piano keys Bring music to the ears Think of those who died in vain And spare at least your tears.
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Ivory Keys • Opuss № I