When we are worth more dead than alive humanity has lapsed

We live here
We were born here
We are the kings it’s true
You have cut down all our jungle
So what are we to do?

Go away and die somewhere
Is that your little game
Africa is Lion country
It’s always been the same
But now the men with cattle
Move in and take away
Our jungle and our habitat
And fill our space with prey

But it’s not prey for us alas
It’s money in your bank
Beef we feel we need too
Our situations rank
Are we to slink off somewhere
And starve is that the best
Thing for us to be doing
Something we detest

But now of course there is conflict
As we have no place to go
So the farmers have started shooting us
Few out there want to know
There are some who fight our corner
But money once again
Seems to be the problem
It seems your worlds insane

The great big corporations
Have torn down all The trees
They employ men now to shoot us down
We can feel the squeeze
Cattle stations everywhere
It doesn’t make sense at all
It’s money money money
That’s the stuff that now does rule

We are the kings of nothing
No cover any more
Concrete roads to walk on
And seemingly a war
It isn’t of our making
Africa was our place
But now we are being sacrificed
Which is a big disgrace

Everything is farming now
Trophies yes galore
Canned hunting for the bunting
It’s a kill zone more and more
The natural world is reeling
Us animals seemingly
Are now all passed our sell by date
And can be no longer free

Africa must understand
The workings of the wild
As each of us die out my friends
And everywhere is defiled
And your concrete roads
Reach everywhere
All you are going to see
Is desolation and killing
And how can that ever be

A solution money grabbing fools
Murdering us all
The wild ones and the farmed ones
All part of your haul
We will just be digital
Played out on super screens
Programmed along with most of you
And Governed by machines