They came for us,
Cut the horns from
Our heads to make us safe,
Left us bleeding in the
Dust,
Lost to a solipsistic dance,
Of glee,
And if one of my brothers charged
To save his own life,
They shot him and called it
A redress of grievances
Imbalances and how toxic
Our strength made us,
Yet as we dwindled,
Our concerns ignored,
They hunted us in silence,
Decried our existence,
Until it is just me,
I became the last
And now as the sun sets,
I leave the world to them,
Will they miss us,
When we are gone,
Strongest, wildest animal,
And those who loved us,
Kept silent,
But the anger has gone,
Minute in the face of such
Massive tragedy,
But my horn remains
True and upright
Even to
My last
Breath.
MB Blissett 
Wow. Incredible.
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thank you, it came from the story about the death of the last white rhino but it resonated with me on some other levels too, but I’ll leave it to your interpretation
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You did great. Perfectly written.
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thank you. There’s always an element of risk in trying different things with the writing but your interest and enthusiasm are validation. I read your work too, it’s beautiful and heartfelt and moving which for a grizzled bear like me is a lot
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Thanks so much. I’m glad that something I’ve written received such kind words.
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it’s powerful work and I root for you to find happiness with each post
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