Saving the World Through Writing

There's an elephant in my bedroom...

Another rant about palm oil.

There's an elephant in my room, and I don't know what to do

He stomps on my chocolate and trumpets at shampoo

I run and scream and pull my hair, telling him to stop

But Elephant ignores me and storms off to the shop

Even though he is a calf, a small one at that

Everything in his way is left really, truly flat

I have to stop him, I will, I must!

Even if it means getting dragged in the dust

So I race after him, pushing my way through

Through the crowds that've seen the hullabaloo

When I get there, the calf is heaving and moping,

After he went feeling and groping

For all the things that contain palm oil

At the sight I do recoil

Thousands of items are on the floor

It looks just like the first World War!

I ask the elephant what he is thinking

He replies without even blinking,

"This palm oil is ruining us

This is why I'm making such a fuss

My whole family was killed

The gaping holes were filled

With their bodies, spread far apart,

Not together when they part

The ravaged jungle, the empty plains

The wilderness wrapped in unseen chains"

The calf's words has some effect, it is true

But the clean-up process needs to be seen through

I scold the naughty calf for all I am worth

The little thing just makes the saddest sound on earth!

I reach his small head, to calm him down,

I lead him back through the whole town

To my place, were I live and grow

And think it must be such a blow

To leave everything behind

When your population has declined

By the thousands, or even more

We really need to restore

The population to what it was,

Asian elephants must not feel the pain

That we humans caused, for our own gain

"Poaching," sobbed the elephant, "Is such a cruel game

It should never have been made, as greedy fame

Took over the most powerful killers

And then made ivory pillars

Out of all the male's tusks that they had killed

Only for the tusks to be milled

Into expensive items that would be sold

On the black market to young and old

This is why we need to stop

Selling ivory and palm oil at any shop"

The elephant leaves, with droopy ears and a limp tail

Thinking of what a fail

This meeting was, with me and you

He thinks that we can't do

What we did for the other ones

The orangutans, the tiger runs

But as he turns away from us

Without making a large fuss

I call "However big, however bold

However new, however old

We will campaign with all our might

So that others can fight

To stop it happening to you

I promise you, I really do."