Ivory and ebony
And individuality
Killing, killing
Of the living
For the precious
Wanted treasures
Why do you
Display these corpses?
Why do you
Change life to death?
Why do you
Destroy these wonders
When their beauty
Comes with breath?
Nature made them
Just so perfect
As their kind
Will ever be
You took their beauty
With their lives
They're dead now, empty
Don't you see?
Killing, killing
Of the living
For the precious
Wanted treasures
Ivory and ebony
Living beings, pure and free -
Don't take all their fidelity
Don't steal from them their liberty
Don't make them something
common
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