The canned hunting cowards

The roar of the kings and the queens
On the prowl
Are we about to throw in the towel
Let these corrupt people sell
Out those souls
The iconic wild ones
With outstanding roles

The lions are the voice
Of Africa, they
Their habitat tragically frittered away
Corruption is rife
It’s a truly sad tale
Do we Stand by and weep
Or fight tooth and nail

Trafalgar Square
Nelsons viewpoint abroad
The fountains the
Portico’s
Justly reward
The placards the voices
The tumultuous sound
Of those against canned hunting
Who today found

A cordial welcome
And a honest desire
To roar with the lions
To set hearts on fire
Their bloodstock their caste
Their nobility
Being lost to the world
And the great Lion family

The scurrilous evil
The canned hunting tribe
The most selfish farmers
Who wouldst imbibe
The plains now of Africa
The bush where once we
Were amazed by the kings
Living proud living free

But now what we have are camps
In the sun
Humanised wild lions
Not given to run
Caged so unnaturally
Petted by us
Fed only by humans
Tourists by the bus
Load come to stay
Come to watch come to see
The canned hunting jaunts
Which now apparently

Are the big earners
Where the margins are high
Where they sacrifice Lions
Where the African sky
Beams down from above
Where corruption is rife
Drugged up to the eyeballs
The kings lose their life
Shot off of the back
Of a truck
What the fuck
lamb to the slaughter
This business does suck

The rich the nobility
Come from afar
For a guarantee
Of a kill and they are
Let out of their cage
And left out to dry
Slaughtered like rats
If you are wondering why
Because they make money
It’s win win they say
The hunters are happy
You bet it does pay

The farmers are happy
The government too
Trophies are shipped back
The skeletons woo
The far eastern merchants
Traditionally
Are sold tiger cake
Made of Lion actually
It’s all a big con
That’s what they do
Deceit all along
The chain
It is true

Monkey and turtle
And lion bones become
tiger cake
It’s a fake
It has become
A huge money earner
The king has to die
The shysters are at it
And now you know why

From the start to the finish
The falseness is there
Pathological liars
Untruths everywhere
So much improbity
And hypocrisy
Two faced and treacherous
It has to be

The lion once was king
Great numbers roamed free
With habitats lost
It just had to be
The corruption ran rife
And the great lion were lost
Duped out of existence
And this is the cost
Africa’s suffering
The kings are too
The poachers are at it
The canned hunters view
Is down the rifle sight
Off the back of a truck
With drugged up toothless Lions
Now Running amok

Peter’s new video
Brings it to bear
The protestors came
Of course they did share
Their heartfelt encouragement
And they did roar
At the top of their voices
For they were sure
Africa heard them
Africa sighed
As for the hunters
There’s no place to hide
You dastardly morons
You ugly fools
In the great scheme of things
You now break all the rules