Without ever slowing down or hastening his pace,
On bushland trails, strides the patriarch.
The dusty sun adorns with water colours
His wrinkled hide whose patina is sparkling.
His confident footsteps crash down only to brush shadows.
The graceful weight of his sombre bulk
Which proudly trumpets a denial of heaviness
Awards him the title of wise adventurer.
The august pachyderm with his placid nature
Arouses indecent and greedy interest
Although he has won general acclaim
Among men who used him for his robustness.
When the elephant stumbles it is like earth capsizing,
When he collapses under the blows of repugnant vampires
We all mourn the loss of our dignity
And we are buried in disgrace to humanity.
It is now time for science and ethics
To give all his rights to the epic animal.
He is with all his strength the symbol of life,
The safeguard of our liberty and our survival.
For a hunting trophy or an ivory jewel
Some people sell their souls to the devil, refusing to see
That by killing the giant they supply with weapons
The ugliness of a world that will die in tears.