Satao - RIP 30 May 2014
Pic: Tsavo Trust © 2017 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 i...