I am the forgotten elephant that wanders,

ignorant,

To my fate.

I hear their footsteps,

gentle yet determined,

that are swiftly approaching me.

I am too slow to escape.

There is a sharp pain,

then nothing.

They have caught me and act with no mercy.

My trunk is hacked off and my head skinned.

My tusks have been severed from my body,

leaving me disfigured and unrecognizable.

As they return to their land ruled by greed,

my body is left to rot away.

But my soul is living,

through the piano keys

that you play.

Your joy will exist through my pain.

 

The ferocious tiger that rules the land,

but shrinks under the power of man.

Their weapons have taken away his chance of survival.

They have come to strip him of his character.

No time is spent caring for this creature,

only on the money they will receive after.

They strike him down,

skin him, and rip out his insides.

His pelt and bones are carried away from their rightful owner,

only to be sold and disrespected

by an ungrateful species.

They happily wear him on their bodies,

without a thought of where he came from.

As I watch, I feel the pain, and I become the tiger.

My skin is worn on the backs of disgrace.

 

I am the whale, the graceful creature of the sea.

My massive body glides through the ocean,

giving to the system that gives to me.

Suddenly I am ripped from this world and thrown into hell.

I am slowly torn apart by the weapons of man.

I will not survive.

Each and every stab is just one step closer to the end.

I am in the hands of the murderer and my meat is the prize.

No one can save me,

I am already

dead

in the water, floating away,

gradually disintegrating into oblivion.

 

Walking through the woods, a wolf will be hunting

for its next meal.

It must defend itself against its predators,

the inexperienced and selfish humans.

A shot is heard,

the ground turns red,

time slows down.

Then it is gone.

The predator walks towards its kill,

with a satisfying look in his eyes.

He takes out a knife and begins his duty.

The push and pull of the weapon moves faster

as each string is disconnected.

Soon enough, the job is done and the bloodied fur

lays like a robe of victory over the murderer.

He takes the fur and it is seen all over Times Square as

the newest fashion statement.

They hunt wolves to satisfy their wealth and boredom.

They take pictures with the lifeless body of their kill,

and smile.

I am not a part of this world.

I am the wolf and my body is being

sold for three hundred and fifty dollars.

 

We were born of this earth

before man.

We create the ecosystem that you

steal from.

We have allowed you to live with us.

By killing us,

you kill your own kind.

We share the same space as one another.

We are equal.

Why would you kill your own brothers?