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Oct 2013
Across the savannah carrying guns
and behind them, a poacher swings
he is a warning to others, to not come back
they had brought death and destruction
to those who made Elephant tracks

What was left in the wake of these poachers
were the carcasses of a whole herd
even the young that had little tusk
were hacked to death for fun
these travesties of man these poachers

These brave rangers will hunt them down
bring all their crimes to face justice
for the twenty they slaughtered
just for tusks and feet
****** tusks and feet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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