Sudan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 28, 2018

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Sudan

Indeed, another dark night,

As the very last Northern White Rhino has died.

And while the Heavens may have gained another star

To light the sky by,

Down here on Earth, this new void makes me cry;

Lost is one more precious bright of another

Irreplaceable Wildlife.

 

Did he know as he died that he was the last?

Did he look to the soul of his caretakers to ask

Why we slaughtered all of his own simply for the prize

Of a trophy to have.

 

I can’t imagine being the last one.

I can’t even fathom being hunted until

Left with no one of my own.

Did he know how desperately and utterly

He was left here alone?

Did we hold him in comfort as his 

Great spirit passed?

Did we look in his eyes and have the courage to ask

For a forgiveness I’m not even sure exists

When we hunt a son of Creator until, 

with his last breath,

Leaves the world with a whole species extinguished.

Human race that is hateful and rageful and greedy.

I cannot reconcile how we can remain intrinsically worthy,

When the face of my own represents 

Death

To so many.

 


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