The Palmer conversion

Before and after
Set your sight
On Walter Palmer
At his height
Slinking around a national park
And luring an icon in the dark
With a poor dead elephant
Thats how low
this nasty bit of work did go

Now look at him aged and grey
Drawn and shifty let us say
Stress and karma are on his trail
Luring him behold the pale
Horse thats galloping away fast
I think his days are numbered
I hope his die is cast

As for his dental practice
And his staff and all his woe
All I can say he brought all this
Down on himself and we know
There will be no way to extricate
Because Cecil so does roar
And his voice has reached just all of us
And will for evermore

As for the canned hunt specialists
The delusional men of grass
With their guarantees from the farmers
White hunter first class
The animals drugged and humanised
And caged most of their days
Just let out to be murdered
By the cowards this new malaise

Look at him look at his family
All hunters in their way
The daughter murdering 3 wolves
And all yea in one day
The apex predators shot to death
Such arrogance displayed
I have to feel sick thinking
About how its all laid

In our laps considering the evil
Out there we
Activists of animal rights
Know we have to be
Awake and ready all the time
For these trophy hunting slobs
Who have a lot of money
But real parasitic jobs