The Shelter

Upon the hills he often comes And cries aloud in forest space Expresses his disillusionment The destruction that causes to their habitat The tusk he shows in heights to fear us But never indulge a threat in action We knew his woes are genuine A walkaway distance there lies his enemy The poacher with a loaded rifle Waiting for the next prey to get the tusks In his eyes it has only money value But the poor one have the only weapon That keeps him to roar in forest As a safety measure to keep up enemies Upon the hills he often visible And tells in silence please spare us We are in danger in your hands today No where to go from this jungle anymore We have no shelters to reside We are entitled our own habitat Encroaching upon our space you boasts The wild elephant a threat for humans How I can be a threat in my dwelling place Which destiny provided me in this silence.