Just another dead Lion
just look at me long
I used to be king
I used to be strong
The jungle was my self claimed
kingdom until
the human tribe came
and my blood they did spill
in Mozambique the zone it came here
and I was gunned down
I am dead it is clear
my life was cut short
by the reign of the gun
by those who profess
to have us on the run
the rancour we feel for those
canned hunting sods
disaffected and disloyal
disillusioned bods
who talk conservation
whilst aiming their sights
on the lives of the kings
when our days become nights
tearing our hearts out
removing our crown
the blood and the snot
as we go down
look at me long
I was once strong
I prowled the forest
what I did wrong
was succumb to the man tribe
and let him see
that I had a heart
and a soul
and could be
abused by his evil
sunk by his vile
reasoning sadly
he did defile
all the wild species
even the king
so corrupt is his being
and what he does bring
the canned hunting muscle
its money and more
its corruption and hatred
its turned into war
of attrition for wild folk
who live here in ease
waiting to be shot
or brought to our knees
odious unlovable two legged
shits
who smile and who pat our cubs
thats where it sits
trusting and being
all seeing
they will
pick up and gun
and bloody well kill
look at me all of you
I am now gone
once I was king
in the jungle upon
the pathways I lead
and I gamefully tried
to protect all the ladies
who came from my pride