Kind creative souls. Cecil a forever tribute

Out of the spawn of the devil erupts the spineless
Gratuitous plague
Of men, mostly men farmers who when
They saw their chance however vague
They chopped up their Orange trees mowed down
Their vines
And went over to harvesting Those
African Lions the Kings that once were
For the canned hunters spirit arose

A vile ugly dark transformation
From a landscape of wonders sublime
Cages of cubs could be petted by foreigners
Eager to help with their crime
They paid to come to these places
Conservation the keyword they used
But really reality proves to us now
All of them were being abused

The people who helped the animals there
Being harvested there to be shot
Encouraging hunters through guaranteed packages
And Cecil was one they had got
Lions being loved up by humans
Lose wildness and trust what they see
In enclosures the little dick people
Can shoot anything easily

Money its all about money
The humans are at it all day
Devising their plans to corrupt and create
A madness that will not go away
Its liberty taking personified
The helpers who pay through the nose
The animals who are abused beyond care
And the hunters where anything goes

Corruption it rages through Africa
A repellant and odious plan
Its grotesque and its shocking
For farms to be stocking
Wild animals to be slaughtered by man

And of course all the low life spring forward
Packages advertised where
Everything is catered for all that you do
Is come the bounty to share
lion bones are shipped out to Thailand
Described as Tiger and those
Corrupt traders there make the cake
That they share
With the Chinese which really just shows
Everyone is being conned all the time
And its all about money which does
Give them a really good living
With bank accounts really that buzz

Cecil an iconic darling
Lived in the park though once he
Knew human contact was out there
And may have been softened the key
He had a collar its data
Was helping researchers to learn
How wild lions lived with their families
All of their care and concern

But then with corruption inevitably
The cold hearted evil comes by
The rich psychopathic dark devils
With a ludicrous glint in their eye
Wanting to kill a wild beauty
With ebony mane and a soul
Loved by so many around this great park
Thats how they build up control
So they think and one dentist Walt Palmer
Flush with his arrogant streak
A bank roll to match any hunter
Flys in his fortune to seek

Money the root of all evil
Opens doors in the governments too
Airlines were picking up trophies
Dead body parts yes its true
All part of this terrible business
As gory a business and they
Were all making vast sums of money
Because these rich yanks like to pay

We have to feel sorry for Cecil
Gunned down and tortured and lost
And we have to feel sorry for Africa
Where everything just has a cost
Ethics are lost in the system
The bankers are wankers we know
But everyone bends every which way
If their personal fortune does grow

Zimbabwe has now reinstated
So hunting can happen
Again
The outcry is filed with the tears and the woe
And the blood and the snot and the pain

Impersonal passionless people
Apparently outnumber those who
Care and are loving to all life out there
The nonchalant know what to do
They are loveless and uninvolved morons
Honestly their true desire
Is to feather their own nests completely
And light up the sky with their fire

The artists the poets the photographers
They are creating a force
Changes are happening all around the world
But the hatred is out there of course
Supported by all sorts of lobbies
Making money for all that its worth
These hunters most of them are also pawns
For corruption thats plaguing the earth

The rancorous vindictive bastards
Accursed offensive those who
Are basically ripping off all decent souls
The heartfelt the honest the true
What chance have the animal earthlings
What chance have the people today
Corporate power is rising by the hour
For apparently that is the way

Cecil a proud soul was murdered
By an infidel who gets away
A sort of hero in canned hunting terms
Who also was preparing to pay
For the biggest elephant in Africa
This is the lust of the few
After the last of the many
This is what Zimbabwe do

Open their borders for hunters
The dust hasn’t settled but they
Are out again touting for business
This world is doomed I must say
We have allowed the corrupt people
To make our decisions and they
Are doing their best to kill all of us off
Leaving all of us little to say

CECIl if you died and nothing positive comes from your passing then we caring thoughtful people are so sad
And possibly this evil which is spreading like a forest fire throughout peoples minds and hearts will see us all gone before too long.my hope is that before then we see sense