Missing Walrus

March 31, 2011
By Grayson PLATINUM, West Fulton, New York
Grayson PLATINUM, West Fulton, New York
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Oh Walrus, or carpenter as you meant to be called;
a man never afraid to be hated or to fall.
You never stopped speaking and always were gentle,
except when attacked by those known as mental.
Your bellow was heard for miles and miles,
inspiring hope, freedom, and smiles.
We need you now, perhaps more than ever,
for you were so brave, so sane, and so clever.
But your value was not seen only by us;
they wanted your hide and those ivory tusks.
Your warnings in song, we finally heard,
and came to your aid like a faithful herd.
But when you needed us most, we were not there;
this horrible loss we will forever bear.
All you were saying was “give peace a chance,”
and all that they thought was enough of this dance!

The author's comments:
This poem is an apostrophe about someone who was, and still is, very famous. See if you can guess who it is.

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