Harambe – the Pri’mate’

Harambe – the Pri’mate’

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Harambe the gorilla,
Chilling at the zoo,
Until someday a child,
Was able to get through,
The mother surprised,
Harambe to the rescue,
His keeper came,
With a gun on queue,
Harambe saw him,
He knew he was screwed,
His killer walked away,
Ever so free,
Harambe is dead,
In our hearts he’ll forever be.

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Anirudh Deshpande

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