The last walk of the behemoth

20 years from now, these animals will only be legends.

A story full of tears, and love banished

Hate and fears, a crime unpunished

What did happen? He saw dust in the wind

For a swift moment, creeping behind him

And there he goes down after a gentle breeze

A powerful sound brings him to his knees.

Smiling and laughing after taking the shot

A twisted game of hunting. A beast that peacefully thought

Now fewer to behold, his strength is fading

But for them he is gold, resting there, waiting

Foolish are these clowns to have such a feast

Kings with rotten crowns, with cruelty killed the beast.