Ima Ryma


Trinkets Rule


Trinkets have always been a 'need'
Of humans for the vanity.
Mostly minerals do the deed,
But also there's blood ivory.
The slaughter of elephants for
That tusk that can be turned to fill
The need for humans more and more
To be measured by what we kill.
That humans will somehow evolve,
Some optimists say there is hope,
This is a problem we will solve,
But mostly pessimists say, 'Nope! '

Humans will have their trinkets, so
Bye bye elephants - doncha know!

Submitted: Friday, July 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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  • Dave Walker (7/12/2013 5:20:00 AM)

    Sadly we live in a world where people go by what they own.
    One day it may change, but by then it could be too late.
    A great poem. (Report) Reply

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