Ivory Pain Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Each little statuette on the display
Counter screaming excruciating pain.
Her giant body collapsing, sending a fume
Of dust to the air, her little one
Frightened, nudged closer wriggling
Her trunk over her frame.
The greedy ones immediatley
set on their work hacking off
Its huge tusks, the dollar signs
Swirling In their heads, each heavy blow
Sanctioned by the money that would buy the
Next meal, the new clothes and
Accessories for wives, sons and daughters.
The West - Governments decry the wanton
Killings of elephants fearing extinction.
In an antique shop; collectors
Fervently request ivory snuff bottles,
Natsuke, objets d' arts.
The wild; The dolorous heartrending
Screams of elephants continue....