Friday, 11 July 2014

Satao - RIP 30 May 2014

Pic:  Tsavo Trust

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A hush has descended over the savannah
    Satao has fallen,
        He is no more,
and the wild birds’ song
     as they flip flap along,
          mourning Him,
but He can’t hear their call

He died by a poisoned arrow
    hissing through the crisp winter air
and He crashed to his knees,
    amidst the sorrowful trees
        wintering, leafless and bare

A shadow dimmed the skies
     as the light left his gentle eyes
whilst his killers circled round
       knives in hand,
and there’s a stain on our soul
     from the blood-soaked ground
where His dear face was butchered,
         and a curse on the land

Pic:  Tsavo Trust

Satao, it’s dusk,
   the moon is growing…
are You out there?
     were You able to journey into the Night?
or are you trapped,
     weeping for those left behind?
or maybe You’re one of the twinkling golden lights
        that I lift my eyes to
when it all just seems too dark on the ground?

What was it for? 
    a trinket, no more
       You lost your life to satisfy some fool’s greed,
oh Spirit – this heartbreak is too much to bear
     Satao – come get me – I’d rather weep with You out there,

   Somewhere,
     You must be looking down on Africa
           and praying with the Angels for us 
in this hell that we’ve allowed,
      from the vision of light and love,
how we’ve sunk
    to such darkness defies belief,
             like a thief
the shadows drain the joy from the sun,
if only humans would realise we are all One
     and feel with their hearts instead of think with their brains,
oh Satao – how much longer will this agony carry on…
     until all the trees, the animals are dead and gone?

Christine Jordaan 11 July 2014
© 2017





Sunday, 18 May 2014

Slave Ape

African leaders – please call for DNA testing of the #slaveapes currently in China, Armenia, amongst other countries.  And then ask CITES to invoke Article VIII to bring them home!!  

Please don’t abandon your animals – don’t sell them out!!   They are worth far more than money could ever be – they are part of you, part of us all!!  

If you close your eyes, and listen with all your heart – you will hear them calling out to you from their cages.

Slave Ape

When the rising moon calls to his soul
he cannot answer,
he cannot follow Her shadow’s path weaving through the magic of twilit trees
as She glides so lightly through the sky,
perhaps he catches a glimpse of Her against the smog and city pollution
through a dirty window as Night slowly creeps by;

He is trapped in this cage until his keeper comes tomorrow,
when he is wheeled out for his part in the show,
degraded to being dressed as a human and playing drums,
and the idiot crowd laughs and thinks this is good,
and that this is fun;

He cannot express his urge to swing or call,
and instead of tree bark he has cold steel,
he cannot feel the gentle breeze rocking him to sleep in a branch,
just the city’s noisy stories makes up the sadness of his real;
  
His very nature eats away at him,
because you cannot trap the wind as it dances through the trees
and you cannot cage a wild creature that is meant to be free;

He cannot BE his truth,
so he bashes his head against the bars in frustration,
until that pain somehow eases something in his screaming heart;

When the eagle calls so far away in his Africa - it echoes in his soul
though he cannot see it’s shadow flicker against the clouds,
he feels it, as he feels the trees falling,
forests being felled for man’s greed,
his heart is crying out because they are one,
and our souls are dying
because we do not want to know
that we too are all one.
The trees are our roots and our lungs
and he is our brother;

He MUST return to his Africa - we cannot leave him there
enslaved, and one day, to die alone
so far, so very far, from home

Christine Jordaan
May 2014

© 2017





Trapped


© 2017

Trapped

He is a wild spirit
      trapped in someone else’s idea for his life;

Imagine his despair of life in a cage,
the pure frustration of wanting to swing free in trees
and interact with his own kind,
feel another furry body,
 touch another wild mind,

    Feel his fear of the beatings
when he hasn’t learnt to play his role correctly,
as designated by Mankind the Civilised,
in this degrading parody of entertainment,
dressed in an absurd guise of our shameful society,
served up to the mindless crowd
that either do not know or simply do not care,
that once he lived in a forest and was happy there,

And when the hordes leave
at the end of the day,
the lights dim,
and the music fades away,
he is led back to the empty silence
where time tick tocks away;

What passes through his mind
in the long hours before its show time again?
  does he remember the warmth of the African sunlight
and the veil of the soft forest rain?
where do his thoughts dwell while outside the city falls asleep?
  if I could peep into his cage at night
would I see this ape weep?

I wonder if his forest is still there
or are his trees now tables in some smart city house
do they hold an echo of the birdsong they once carried
or the magic of the dreaming moonlight?

He was free,
wild-born
but here he sits a million miles away
caged,
 alone,
     and forlorn
staring out through the bars
of man’s domination over Nature;

and there is something in his eyes
that reaches across the divide of space and form
it whispers to my heart
in utter despair and rage
and I recognise the panic of living and dying
trapped inside this cage

Please world, He must be bought home to Africa!!

© 2017


Stop the trafficking!

Send the #slaveapes home to Africa!

                                      Photo credit:  Shigzeo


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Thursday, 15 May 2014

Call to Action: PROJECT TO END GREAT APE SLAVERY - PEGAS

Photo credit:  Karl Ammann

Beautiful people….

I was honoured recently to be contacted by Karl Ammann (www.karlammann.com), a wildlife warrior of note (named Hero of the Environment, and SAB Environmental Journalist of the Year).  He asked me to help raise awareness of the plight of the #slaveapes  as he had seen the world roaring out for our beloved lions.   Together with Dr Dan Stiles (danstiles.org), Nick Cockayne (http://www.apeactionafrica.org/index) and a specialised team they have created PEGAS.

And so world - I am afraid I need some more tears from you, I’m so sorry.   

After the lion march, I seriously wondered if I had any more tears left in my heart or had I cried them all out…  I worried that I had become one of those hard people you see that just don’t cry anymore…  but I’m afraid my heart has been broken again…  actually as I sit here now I wonder at what point one’s heart says “enough pain, stop beating”….   

Until we get to that point, however, we just have to carry on one battle at a time in our war for our beloved animals… whether they’re dressed in fur or scales or feathers…  whether they have four legs or no legs, whether they roar or croak…  we love them all, and we will never stop fighting for them.  To sink into despair is to abandon the animals in hell, and so somehow we have to soldier on with all our tears and heartbreak.

So! We have wept together for the fallen gentle giants – the elephants, victims of the heart-breaking poaching crisis.  We have roared out for those waiting to die – the lions in the horrific canned hunting industry, and all those slaughtered in the killing machine of trophy hunting.

Now I need you to cry with me for the slave apes.

I need your tears to break hearts wide open again so that we can fix this.

I ask you to close your eyes and still your minds…
feel a hot steaming jungle around you,
the sweat stinging your eyes ,
vines itching and scratching at your legs,
a cacophony of birds chirping and whistling out their own glorious songs,

let your heart sense a family of playful chimps …   
and then a heavier presence of the big apes,
    just an ordinary day in the sunlit forest…

until a baby elephant runs squealing through a clearing,
  birds squawk in a panic up to the canopy,
   and utter chaos erupts,
harsh voices shouting,
gunfire, blood, and death.

     Whole families murdered - shot, or hacked to death,
 whilst trying to defend their babies,
infant apes shoved into rough canvas sacks for their journey through Hell…

  many die en route to the transit cities,  packed in between other illicit products, they suffocate, starve to death, or their little throats dry up whilst calling for help which never arrives…

   a journey through hell….
        to slavery…
  to a life behind bars…
 a life sentence for a crime which they have never committed…

We cannot do anything about those that have died, except cry for them and try to learn lessons from their deaths to stop further suffering…

But we can help those still enslaved far, far away from their native sunlight…
   who must have just one prayer in their little hearts…   
“Please, Bring Us Home”

World – shall we do it… shall we do our absolute best to get CITES to send them home to Africa?
And to stop all trafficking of our beloved wild animals?  
   
Karl, Dan, Nick, and their dedicated team will call on CITES for justice.  

Please join me in supporting them by raising awareness, and through activism in cyberspace and the physical world.

We need to end Ape Slavery!! 

Animals are not ours to rip from their families and send off to zoos, safari parks, and private collections for human entertainment. 

So together let us now tackle the horror of the #slaveapes and by raising awareness of this evil… we will bring to the world’s attention what we activists all know – Captivity Kills.  

There should be NO trade in animals.  Animals should have the right to live out their lives according to their own destinies and have fair access to the natural resources they require to do so.  We are occupying this planet as brutal dictators consuming all – we have literally waged war on all other species – and it’s time to STOP!  

Wildlife trade is horrific and unacceptable... their broken, beaten little bodies... their souls and hearts just waiting for us to realise that we are all one...  that they feel pain as we do... hunger and thirst as we do...  cold, frightened, and lonely as we do...  just imagine their utter bewilderment at being stolen away... from the sounds and smells of the forests to the pollution of the city... 

We have taken everything from them - their families, their freedom... and we're destroying their habitat.
Our planet is dying... we're losing our animals... our souls...  lets take a stand!  Make THIS the generation that woke up in time and made it right... opened our hearts to a better vision... a kinder, gentler world where all life is held as sacred.  And this culture of greed dedicated to a God of Things and Money... reborn into a culture of love.

Please world – help us bring the #slaveapes home to where they belong – appropriate sanctuaries in Africa – if their own countries cannot shelter them – there are willing ones.  
Karl and Dan have the problem clearly outlined and solutions ready to offer… but they need us to add our voice to theirs to show CITES that the world is outraged and this needs to be fixed, NOW!

So - let’s get cracking, rescue the #slaveapes, and stop the trafficking – let us END APE SLAVERY!!
The official campaign website will be up and running shortly.  

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Thankyou!!!!  

Lots of love as always,

Christine






Friday, 10 January 2014

ELEVEN



Your life
Dear One
was not ours to take
you had your own destiny
your own path to follow
and now, this human,
operating through pure Evil,
has stolen your tomorrow

ELEVEN times he pulled the trigger
how could he do it?
watch you fall
and carry on shooting
what is broken in his heart?
tearing your body apart
to fill some sick need of his

ELEVEN times he made the choice to kill you
decided you must die
I cannot even begin
to try and fathom why

I must bow my head in shame
before your spirit and the rest of your kind
utter shame,
and disgust with my own
I must beg you for forgiveness
and more kindness than you
and all the animals are shown

I must try to find words
to voice this wrong
to break the good people’s hearts
so they can feel your pain
and stop looking away

so they can hear the cries
rising up from the Earth
from the beasts we are murdering
and torturing
for pleasure and fun
for food
for wear
for testing
for status
for foul medicines

and from selfish destruction of your homes

they must feel the horror of your days
spent in agony and fear
 your hearts, spirits, and bodies long since broken
and your faith and trust in us shattered
  
RIP
all the unsung victims of Mankind the Dictator,
currently occupying Earth as a brutal tyrant!












Saturday, 4 January 2014

Canned Lion

I am with you
   in your cage
      lying on the cold cement floor
wondering what the hell it is all for
  staring out through the bars
      seeing the sunlight
 but not feeling the warmth inside
  soul weighted down
    by another’s will
       for our lives

never to live as we should have
   never roaming wild as we would have
so much inside to be
desperately need to roar out
     to cry
       FREE
 
until it’s the end
   disorientated
     drugged
tossed out into a pretend-wild
    we wait
cannot escape
       until a shot shatters our body
            and we split

  I lie gasping
       hands over eyes
but I will never forget
   the heartbreak
in the angels’ cries

for there was no pride
in the way that you died
no great feat of courage
or show of intellect
or inspiration to create
just a coward with a gun
and an emptiness inside
who needed to feel big
and so decided your fate
to satisfy some twisted thrill
of watching you lie in agony
until you were still

no drumroll marked your passing
   just a solemn tree stood witness with me
         to your murder
and the sad moment your life force left form
     as your blood seeped into the Earth
your magnificent spirit
    was gone
   and society doesn’t even know
what it has lost
and as I kneel
because something needs to be said
     a horrible dread
falls over me
  part of me has died with you
part of the human psyche is lost
    at a terrible, unreal cost
all the wilderness dying
   silent, unheard victims
      of Man
  
someone as awe-inspiring  as you
     so pure
       so true
          to the original vision of Earth
deserves a song
   somehow I can’t,
it’s too deep
this horror, this tragedy
   this wrong,
nothing gets past the lump in my throat
       but as the tears roll down my cheeks 
the stars peep out and cry with me
at this waste of your glory

by whose authority do they write your death into law?
is man higher than God who gave you life?
how dare they decide
what your purpose is for
and keep your spirit in chains
til they decree you should die??

Man – the ultimate dictator occupying Earth
the Destroyer
should hang his head in shame!

 by Christine Jordaan, 2014
© 2017