The Hunter’s Venereal Desire
Man, you masculine creature,
Why must you prove your vanity,
By killing rhinos around the world,
To satisfy your ego in bed?
Alas, Viagra doesn’t suffice.
Man becomes regressive,
Still believes in traditional aphrodisiaca:
Pulverised rhino-horn,
For his insatiable venereal desire.
Nature’s wonderful, rare denizens,
Are killed by poachers,
Who have contracts to fulfill.
Was there ever a wilder hunter
Than man?
National parks have been declared
Around the globe,
To save wild flora and fauna,
But a fauna on two legs,
Armed with a magnum gun
Or a Kalashnikov,
Kills wantonly still,
The mighty Rhinoceros
Bi- or unicornis,
To satisfy the demands
Of a growing bazaar
In rhino-horn powder.
In the long run,
It’s not man’s bedside prowess
That matters.
It’s tolerance, mutual respect,
Love and partnership
That counts.
Ach, Mann.
Your vanity and venereal desire
Demands a great price.
So it goes.
Satis Shroff's ZEITGEIST 