A Poem by Ray Dearlove for World Ranger Day

THE GAME RANGER

I WAS BORN TO BE A GAME RANGER
WHEN I WAS YOUNG, KRUGER WAS MY SECOND HOME
I LOVED ANIMALS AND LOOKED FORWARD TO SEEING DANGER
THE MEN IN THE GREEN UNIFORMS WERE MY HEROES
I READ ALL ABOUT WOLHUTER, STEVENSON-HAMILTON AND ALL THOSE OUS
I HAD A DOG NAMED JOCK

I JOINED THE TEAM. I EARNED MY STRIPES
I CARED FOR ANIMALS, I CARED FOR PEOPLE, THEY CARED FOR ME
I LOVED MY JOB

WITH A VOLLEY OF SHOTS, MY WORLD WAS CHANGED
THE INNOCENT RHINO IN THEIR SIGHTS
WHY, MY CHILDREN ASK ME?
HOW CAN I EXPLAIN MAN’S GREED AND CRUELTY?

NOW I AM A RANGER WITH A GUN
I AM A TARGET WHILST THE RHINOS RUN
IS THIS WHAT GOD INTENDED, SURELY NOT
I MOURN, I CRY, WHILE MY RHINOS ROT

THERE MUST BE SOMETHING THE WORLD CAN DO
WE RANGERS WERE TRAINED TO NURTURE AND PROTECT
NOW WE ARE TRAINED TO SURVIVE
AND TRY TO KEEP ALL OUR RHINOS ALIVE

I CURSE THE POACHERS, I CURSE THOSE WHO BUY THE HORN
I PRAY TO GOD FOR A BRIGHT NEW DAWN