Africa exit paths to games rooms around the world

The spoils as it were of the African heart
The odd bits of body
Where would one start
The head and the skin may be
The horns and all
Whatever would look right
Up on some wall

The canned hunting loonies
Who pay a great deal
To kill the caged animals
And then conceal
The spoils in some case
To be shipped back to where
They live as fine trophies
So that they can share

More of their ego
And failing memory
On some gaming hall
Its where they should be
So visitors come and realise who
In the local vicinity
Actually do

Go out to Africa
With their best gun
To shoot a wild elephant
For holiday fun
To take up the offer
Of the internet mob
The so called safari’s
That murder and rob

They then use the taxidermist
And then ship by air
Back to where they come from
And its cleared back there
The trophy sent through to your place
For what is blood money
And a disgrace

The airlines that carry
This filthy cargo
And support the vile hunters
Where ever they go
Its a package they buy
Door to door it is called
Delta and Air Canada
Have over hauled

Their tariffs and told us
This cargo is banned
They must watch on their waybills
For hunters have planned
Ways to get around this
Mis- declaration
Anythings possible
From this location

This might make it harder
For the evil ones who
Need to get trophies home
Well wouldn’t you
Eager to show off what you have shot
So lets hope as the air lines say NO
To them they
Will not see the
Sense of blowing away
All of these wild souls
It won’t make sense
And if they mis declare
They will hAve no defence