Gorillas In The Mist. Poem by Maria Shaw

She lived in the mountains wild and free
with her closest friends and family
she ate from the land, she reared her young,
life was bliss until man came along.

They came with spears and hunted with guns
ignoring the plight of their little ones
tears ran deep from youngsters eyes
as they lay there at their mother's side.

Milk dried, they slowly died.

Starved of food, starved of affection,
defenseless, at man's mercy,
existence threatened
extinction soon evident.

Heads and hands
exchanged for money
as tourists barter
for souvenirs of slaughter.

Money can buy anything
there's nothing you can't buy
your possessions will live on
at the cost of innocent life.

Animals slain for monetary gain
why is man so cruel
gorillas in the mist
their fate is in your hands.