The African sun rises slow,
casting rays on the family below.
They found remains, left behind
of their loved one, a gruesome find.

Sadly, they poke and gently lift
a memento, the group slowly shifts.
Shuffling away, they pass the bone,
a somber scene, as they softly moan.

Another country, a woman slips
a new ivory belt, over her hips.
Unaware of the grief, this fashion has wrought,
elephants killed, for this trinket she’s bought.

There is a solution
to cease execution.
Remove the demand,
let them be, as God planned.

Author: Judy McIntosh

Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photos: Théo/Flickr, Pixabay