What do you see when you look at me, eyes set around your tiny, inflexible nose?
Am I nothing more than my pillars of ivory, am I not a being who knows?
My ears look like a continent, my brain three times the size of what's in your little skull.
My people are social, intelligent creatures, not just beasts you can decide to cull.
We know love, we show grief, and we protect the vulnerable, not just of our own kind
Do you only see what you can make from my tusks and not value me for my own mind?
My cousins to the East have saved lives of your people by taking them to higher ground
I guess your two small feet and puny ears can not hear an earthquake's low pitched infrasound.
You call it that because it rings in frequencies below the range of unaided ears
Yet your ancestors slaughtered our woolly relatives with tactics and primitive spears
I should not shame you for what your forefathers did hunting mine in the most distant past
But will you poach us to extinction anyway for something that will not even last?