Some saw it as an opportunity to make a killing

The arrogance of the canned hunt team
And the ignorance of those
Who come in fact to support them
And this phenomena grows
Its of course self perpetuating
Wherever money is made
And the animals are wasted
For into their hands we have played

Canned hunting is a misnomer
It is wrong before it starts
Its based around the corporate state
And the balance sheets where hearts
And souls and mindful living
Can never ever be
Anything to do with the bottom line
And profitability

The buildup to this vile

And unethical business
Is centred on the so called hunting class
A lot of them have no time to be stalking
And the rest they can be described as an arse
Their ability to kill a lion with one shot
The great white hunter syndrome comes to mind
And so the great canned hunter
Emerges
From the blood soaked corpse
With a business plan that has been well defined

If they provide a guarantee of a certain species
Before tea
A lion a tiger a Liger and elephant who cares
As long as they have money
The day is always sunny
And ad on’s can be possible
It really isn’t funny
Its criminality in fact
The victims probably
They haven’t got an earthly and they be
Sacrificed as drugged up, previously
caged souls never wild
In fact of course they are beaten back
And genuinely defiled

The guarantee is the reason
For those who want to be
Part of the conservation programme
Of animals running free
Shot and killed, drugged up and caged
Beaten back and lost
Skinned decapitated the trophy
All built into the cost

Trophy rooms where ever
So the psychopaths can gloat
Heads stuffed cured and hooked up
Its all worthy of note
Trophy hunting canned hunting
Petting zoos as well
Importing conservation students
Who will pay to find their hell

Its all laid on and ready
13 years its been
5000 Lions bred solely
To be killed by the machine
A majestic beast a full grown Lion
A flowing mane whose eyes
Are drugged up to the heavens
Thats about the size

250,000 rand to bag a splendid male
Last year 1000 canned Lions shot
You see how can they fail
Kept in appalling circumstances
And the breeding centres grow
And everyone is at it
Printing money as they go
The con in conservation
Is the ethical divide
Advertising petting zoos
Of course they have bloody lied

Its one big lie the local people
And anyone else won’t see
Any advantage to canned hunting
For its criminality
All the money goes back to the
Canned hunting brigade
And everyone Is a victim
Africa’s parade
Is turning into chaos
Trauma all the way
Cruelty and unkindness
Where the innocent do pay

All these Lions are born to die
Born to be murdered now you know why
To line the pockets of the rich
Who know exactly how to pitch
Their on line programmes and we see
The whole package instantly
Depending on your budget you
Alone decide what you will do
A male Lion or a tall giraffe
Its what you spend the fatted calf
Is there for all to understand
And the trade offs
Everything is planned
Taxidermy shipments out
Transportation be in no doubt
All the formalities have been done
You pays your money you have your fun

But its highly secretive thats for sure
The underbelly is dark the core values
Darker still and we
Know canned hunting is improbity
There is no conscience anywhere
Unscrupulousness onto despair
Skulduggery and rascality
Turpitude and complicity
Double dealing its all there
Black markets trust me nothing fair

The skin and bones and parts
Will be
Shipped to the far east rapidly
Massive profits coming back
Its not the dosh that this lot lack
They are up to all the ins and outs
We don’t have to be in any doubts
They write the form book its standard stuff
And if anybody plays up rough

They find themselves in waters deep
The arrogance they surely reap
Its a disease a delusional state
A violation and a vulgar fate
Awaits these shameless flaunting fools
Perhaps not in this life
But time calls
The tune and karma is significantly
Waiting very patiently

Away from ethic