As if she did not have enough pains
as if her mother had not died before
and her children all for tusks... ivory.
How I wish that Mountain Bull had been
found, found alive
How I know he was found dead, how I know
The elephant that disturbed but had a mind to share
How I wish
How I wish if you had been found dead at 46 you would
have had your tusks on
Your six tonnes lay there and no tusks, Mountain Bull
You and I have had our bad times but the worst has
come for you Oh, Mountain Bull
Your Exodus begins my song of pain, the book of books
for your story too must be heard Mountain Bull of Mt. Kenya
How shall we conserve, whom shall we conserve
Who can play reserve in your place?
She, the elephant died before...
She the elephant that did not resurrect, died again
had no name for State Houses,
Have you heard that I flew to space to look for a new place?
Have you seen me crossing rivers and deserts to take your parts
When two elephants fight, since you fight me you pretend to be elephant, it is the grass that suffers. You injure me, I lie there dying and so many trees die with me, and there goes your rainfall.
Generations suffer dryness when you kill me. I have my role to play, play yours with me. You just can never seem to know and acknowledge. You can find me in the desert following water and keeping people watered. I tell you, you have no idea how connected I am to your gas, oil and even, computers! Think my minerals. Think why the best and most important are found in the stomach of this land so vast and others. Think. Just think.
And let live