Mother matriarch of loxodonta africana
Wave your ears to guns shots
Hear the cry of our kind corpse
The touch of your trunk to my forehead
For how long will we wall in circles around corpse
Our beautiful home smells the dead's scent
Child of Africa color us with green
Press me in your heart
Shelter my young with your love
I want to eat with no run
My tusk is what the predators seek on
Their action is beyond musth
The beautiful Africa is on my shoulder
Send the warning all over Africa
Mother elephant give us the voice of all
The weep is enough
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