Farming and CONservation

To disrespect another earthlings life on earth, to me
Is irreverent and insulting to be arrogant like thee
Is frightening in this day and age to desecrate their name
By your total lack of conscience and refusal to take blame
What you did to Cecil in that park those weeks ago
Set the world alight of course it did as well you know
Your meanness and it was so mean your real improbity
Is despised by many people who actually do see

You for what you really are an unpitying man
Callous ruthless and remorseless
Of you I am no fan
Not only not a fan of yours
But your wickedness I can see
And you a dentist of all trades
A healer principally
How can you ever sleep at night
Knowing what you do
Knowing the lust you have for death
And what the innocent go through
And why is that, so you can feel
That amazing adrenaline rush
That exhilaration of total fright
As their agony does gush
As their life force seeps away
And the memory of their life
Of their family slowly exits
And they feel the blood and strife

As their eyes no longer see the beautiful forest
Of their dreams
As their nose shuts down and their hearing too
Apart from those lasting screams
Of their children dying in their home
With no one to take care
It this what drives the hunter man
To feel really aware

The fact that he buys a license
To kill,b and assassin who
Then goes out and lures some wild soul
And slaughters him like you
Fires a bolt into his back
Sees it cut into
And can just imagine the trauma
As the cross bow bolt he drew

A dentist from America
A family man is he
Previously he killed a bear
Most suspiciously
Slaughtered where he shouldn’t have
And carted it to where
He could have possibly hunted it
If it,had been there

Culpable of lying
Of illegality
Really it was malpractice
And convicted actually
So in effect unforgivable
And this a healing man
Someone who deals in caring
Whose life’s gone down the pan

And don’t make foul excuses
No one wants to hear
Cecil left this world in pain
And probably lots of fear
Fearful of his remaining cubs
A father figure he
Was shot to death he felt his breath
Leave him terribly

His pure unspotted family
True artlessness was theres
A playfulness he so loved
And now of course it scares
The life from him his final thoughts
As darkness settled in
Was the sorry world of hunting
In fact the world of sin

And the dentist flies like crazy
To get out of Zimbabwe
To sling his hook
And not face the book
Just what they may say
A filthy smelly cell somewhere
In which to settle in
He was back home in his house
With a couple of micky fin

To quieten him and make him see
The error of his ways
The death that he had orchestrated
Like a sick malaise
That would follow him around the world
Even to his grave
For nothing he could ever say
Now could ever save

His face his soul his karma
His infamy so great
The whole world recognises him
Thats to be his fate
His trophy room will never see
Cecil’s head there why
Because this was an iconic soul
And this man made him die

Self love and narcissism
Self indulgence maybe he
Got into his head
That a hunter he could be
A totally nasty psychopath
Such an egoist he be
A believer of his own lies
And of his own infamy

Walter Palmer Dentist
Beholden to no one
With his code of honour
Duty bound to con
The whole world into thinking
He was positive and true
The sadness was the lion he killed
Suffered so much through

All those hours of waiting
To get a bite back he
Was slaughtered by another cross bow bolt
And instantly
This one bloody killed him
His life was lost for sure
Lamenting for his loved ones
Those he did adore

Then Palmer took his head off
They then removed bis skin
Disembowelled a masterful Lion
Another dark vile sin
The scene there was lamentable
The though of this and I cry
That some would applaud this bastard
This fucking dentist guy

He should be strung up forcefully
And kicked until he screams
He gives me the bellyache
All those hunting teams
Working out their strategies
And slaughtering as they go
Need a bloody good hiding
And not allowed to go

Let him face the people
Let him smell their sweat
Let him talk himself out of this
He faces a debt
Of such ugly proportions
Close that surgery down
Who would be his patient
Him wearing his crown

As he defeats the king himself
The jungle made him so
The collar he was wearing
Made him safe as well we know
But this man and his cohorts
All they cared about
Was murdering the wild life
Of that fact I have no doubt