No he isn’t sleeping
he’s gone
he’s dead
we’ve lost
a majestic master of his
environment
at an enormous cost
that nobody dare quantify
and why
so some sad sod
can pull a lousy trigger
and thank her so called
God
she never cared a tiny bit
for the lion and how he felt
she had paid a ransome
to some ghoul
her cards ofcourse were
dealt
he lays there gone forever
but she is also gone
and he will, come back to haunt her
throughout her life upon
this earth she will be reminded
those unholy roars will be
heard by her most every night
when she’d rather be
sleeping in her warm bed
resting from her day
that lion will be inside her head
and for his death she will pay
and we must not give her sympathy
for her or any of her creed
for they are fcuking morons
and we all know what they need
and they will all get it one day
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.