On Seeing A Documentary On Black Rhino Poem by Francis Duggan

The poachers only shoot them for their horn
And they even kill the young and newly born
And their numbers in the wild State only few
And their last hope of survival now the zoo.

It's sad to think that African tribal child
May not now see black rhino in the wild
May live his whole lifetime and never see
Black rhino on savanna living free.

Some men don't kill to eat they kill for greed
And only think of their financial need
For cash reward rich dealers they supply
And Rhino for their horn condemned to die.

The Black Rhino in Africa now so few
And some were flown to Australia to Dubbo Zoo
In hope they might breed in captivity
At least of poachers guns they now are free.

I watched a program on them on T.V.
And I felt sad so sad at what I see
To think that men would shoot them for their horn
And even kill their young and newly born.