The Canned hunt marches

A wash of blue sky

heralded the marchers

from various points of call

these people came

Landseer’s Lions

were there  which did

seem poignant

the sky criss crossed

with chem trails

so the same

as anywhere the people

might have come from

the chemicals rained down

on us and those

foreigners resigned

to just sight seeing

seemed unaware of  what this

now does pose

banners

a few megaphones were present

several human Lions

mingling around

face paints.

yellow tails

the odd roar never fails

speeches drummers

sadly some were drowned

out by, just the energy of those moments

this a tourist trap

on a warm day

clearly those of us dressed up in costume

were photographed

which really was okay

the point of all this marching

all those made up for

was the Lions the purest African spirit

and of course the woe

the canned hunts

organised by those rich farmers

who hope the cowardly hunting mob will  go

the guarantee of any souls

they wanted

Lions or Leopards

Giraffes Zebras, if they

have the money they can bag an

Elephant or a Rhino

all they really have to do, is Pay

the animals are raised in an enclosure

in fact you could say it is just a zoo

hand fed, cuddled they get use to humans

they are bred to take some chances too

money changes hands

as each are taken

released into an enclosure

then just shot

perhaps the head or a paw

is sent back to where the hunters from

the trophy for the wall

or perhaps not

what we know we see

as simply murder

of those precious Lions who never had a hope

in hell’s chance of a long run in the future

ego’s are fulfilled

they have to cope

seemingly a commodity now currently

sacrificed for men to have their flings

to somehow satisfy their carnal instinct

and that inescapable destiny it brings

The marchers clearly with a true perspective

are there to give some purpose to the call

to be there for  the victims

for in many ways the victims

are all of us that’s the honest fact

Yes for the long haul

to breathe life into what has been created

and guarantee a future in the wild

has to be the reasoning behind now what we do

each of us in essence is a child

of Nature striving in our own way forwards

that seat of life that functions for us all

the symbiotic freedom of survival

we stand together answering the call

the police vans with their sirens

every which way

banners drummers,  performers

here and there

the fountains quite resplendent

in the sunshine

tourists sitting

many unaware

the message got across to

many onlookers

photo sessions clearly

all about

under a blue sky

black helicopters fly

but many really not in any doubt

about what now is happening above them

around them

and the protest on the square

they hear the roars

and see the lions a wandering about

and are really just enjoying being there

a lot of people came

and made their message heard

groups chanted and brochures were handed out

people met up, talked

chewed the fat and walked

in essence that is what it was about