The big Cats and man un kind

Its about disrespect
And an arrogant plot
Its not adoration
No it is not
Its true desecration
Of wildness today
And its uncomplimentary
In every way

The king of the jungle
The Lion take a pew
This wonderful animal
What he can do
With his wildness
Is everything
And it should be
Preserved as created
For eternity

But men have agenda’s
And the hunting scene
Is supported by money
And the corporate machine
And where there is money
Sloshing about
In locations where Lions
Are
Clearly there’s no doubt
There has to be conflict
Contempt rules the roost
These injections of real funds
Will surely boost

What is reprehensible
What most will condemn
There’s a market out there
And of course it does stem
From the profits that can be made
So with guarantees
And perfect planning
Its more than a tease

Its of course lacking conscience
But the end game is real
What is put into practice
With imputable zeal
Will show a vast pay back
As we can see
And will attract the low life
In quantity

So the need clearly is there
Wildness will be diluted a bit
By humanity
Patting and feeding and caring
And keeping
The infants in cages
Being there when they are sleeping
Its devious really corrupting their soul
A typical baseness
A skullduggery role

Its clearly chicanery
Outside the box
And those wild souls experiencing
It kind of rocks
Their instinctive boundaries
Its our possessive trait
It is so self seeking
And its wicked of late

For wildness is lost
As transgression evolves
Our action unpardonable
Because nothing it solves
We are the guilty ones
The goal posts we change
Its peccant and sinful
And out of their range

And then we import the bold hunters
And they have one saving grace
Lots of money
They pay
Whatever we ask
Nothing is too much
For with their base psychopathy
They are in touch

Too many backsliders
Are to be seen
They have no remorse
As to where they have been
Graceless and unblushingly
Follow the trail
That leads to the killing
That now cannot fail

As for contravention
The arrogant set
Are there in the middle
To provide the net
What was a felony
Now it can be
Lost in the paperwork
Improbity

Many offenders
Profit from it
The administration
Where does it sit
In the fine print
Where ever
Heads rolling unsure
Justice, a flogging
Not any more

A great depth of market
Thus, what we see
A lot of bad blood around
And animosity
And it crosses borders
Its repellant and nauseous
And so beastly

From Afrika really
Straight out to the East
Thailand and China and Cambodia feast
On the sordid remains of the Lion who is gone
Once a great shining light
Who ventured upon

The wild bare savannahs
Who roamed wild and free
Born to be great unlike you and me
The king is pathetic
Man seldom kind
Has toyed with his wildness
Made him unwind

Aloof to our dealings
Inactivity
A tameness a meekness
Unruffled they be
They lose the instinctive fear
That they once had
Which as we can all see
Is incredibly bad

For the cowardly canned hunters
Obtain a guarantee
They can shoot what they like
And it will be
Presented for shooting
No anger or gall
Just a beast of their choice
Kind of on call