The Ivory Kings
A sad picture of the elephant kingdom hunted for ivory
The Ivory Kings
In a land where tall trees grow,
Elephants walked, proud and slow.
They ruled the land, strong and wise,
With kind hearts and gentle eyes.
Tusks like moonlight, big and white,
Shone like stars in the dark night.
But hunters came from far and wide,
With greed and guns they could not hide.
They wanted ivory, cold and hard,
Not caring for the lives they scarred.
One by one, the kings fell down,
Leaving silence all around.
Now the jungle cries each day,
For those who’ve been chased away.
though in the wind, a whisper stays,
The elephants will rise one day.
Their spirits march through grass and sky,
Trumpets loud, they will not die.
Though ivory fades, their souls remain.
The heart of the wild, free from pain
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Glorious!!!
It is such a sad topic, but a lovely poem. They are such wonderful creatures, and I have written about them a couple of times.
Elephants are a quiet beast with human feelings. Good job.
this is magnificent. beautifully said.