The tusk of a rhino
A heart of a cobra
the head of a tiger
when will conflict be over?

This world owes us nothing,
we owe something to the world,
for the warmth of morning sunrise,
for the distant stars unfurled ,
to the sweet scent of a blossoming tree,
forbid taking lives of wild hearts,
let them live free

Man's closest relative
the chimpanzee
with its colossal strength
should climb and eat from branches of a tree,
Don't let him suffer in a cage
tormented by the men in white coats
indulging in psychotic deeds to stifle the rage

An elephant stands
Behind the curtains of a roaring crowd,
Bleeding and bruised
A thousand weeps hidden by the shroud
When a wrong move is made
His parched grey flesh is punctured
But the scars never fade

Wild hearts, live free