Darwinian Comeuppance

Just desserts when justice hurts
A certain fate of payback
Late in the game, by the game
Gaming them, maiming them
And by slaying them, delaying one more
Dastardly deed of diabolic greed
That brought their targets to the brink of extinction
Their mystical distinction of horns that cure cancer
Horns that give hard-ons
Horns that when snorted
Give distorted reasons to party on
This time the rhinos’ reprieve was a gift
From the pryde that found poachers
Adrift on their side of the rift
Strayed into the jaws of the king and his court
Escorted to their demise
Their reprise:
Three pairs of gloves
Three pairs of boots
Three bleeding hearts
A rifle or two
And the rhinos
They never knew.