Elephants are matriarchal
city half-heartedly called “Hell A”
I see your painted murals sparkle
My kin cannot be far away
Brushing over empty hands
fetid winds moan “what about me?
Not one of them obeys my commands!”
Sisters, come now, life isn’t free
Alienated from each word
spoken out loud but never heard
Where’s my elephant family now?
We must get in sync somehow