I was quite loved when I was born
But then life hit me like a thorn
I tried to hide myself at day
But poachers seemed to come my way
I’m just a runt; I have no horn
We are money at dusk and prey at dawn
You invade my home and make a town
And then you shoot my mother down
Once she's dead you cut her face
Then disappear without a trace
You take her horn and leave her dead
And thanks to you I wont be fed
I stood as you viewed me in your big green cars
And that was the last time I saw the stars
When the lions had guzzled my bones and meat
The hyhenas came and had nothing to eat
I may have died by my body being torn
But at least you didn't get my horn
-Bianca Gain
Beautifully done, but sad
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