6 great beasts sit in judgement
in their heads the cuddling farms
that was their kind of grounding
those tender human arms
that use to molly coddle
them when they were so young
and now they sit in earnest
really now among
the bold and brave
holed up in their dungeons
a gang of guys
a suspicion
that the future
is likely to be
short
6 bold Lions in situ
their blood surely is sought
by the vile and nasty hunters
who pay a ransom to
come and shoot the hell out of
the 6 Lions and some do
miss of course and have to be
shot by the ranger man
its all about the ego
nothing about life span
canned hunting is a pastime
for the well heeled
brain dead type
heartless full on arrogance
really so much tripe
they talk up conservation
with murder on their lips
they pay the piper lots of cash
and so enjoy his trips
there’s a lot of bones in 6 Lions
call them tiger cake
and thats a lot of money
yes be it all fake
the chinese will not know the difference
so its got to be
money yea, blood money
a way to go to see
all the other parts
earn money too
out in the East
the skin of course
someone will buy
the meat
and someone will feast
so there’s money in canned hunting
and 6 Lions will create
a lot of money in the bank
oh God they cannot wait
canned hunting is an anathema
a cancer I can say
Afrika is gorging itself
on the decay
choking on the guts and blood
the sinew and the fat
the hunters come and the hunters go
knowing where they were at
and then its trophy exports
more money in the pot
its just like printing dollar bills
6 Lions make a lot
who cares what the animals rights are
they don’t have any clout
the hunting tribe are rich and powerful
and thats what its about!