Baby Lions in cages
Motherly love denied
Its all about the road
To humanisation its allied
To the trophy and canned hunting
Those feeble minded sods
Who think only of money
And nothing of their gods
Nothing about creation
Of the feline race as a whole
Of freedom and understanding
Of the wild earthlings role
Petting zoo’s to turn a Lion away
From wildness, they
Will sell like any mercenary
And everyone can pay
Drug them Then release them
Open up their cage
And run them into an enclosure
Its very hard to gauge
The resentment and the anger
Building up in me
That these hand reared perfect specimens
Should be taunted violently
By corporates with money
To squander for the prize
Of shooting what they had paid for
Right between the eyes
Most of these psycho hunters
Couldn’t hit the fence
Let alone a drugged up Lion
Really in their defence
They are in fact all arse oles
Feeble minded shits
Who need the bullet between their eyes
For me to be thrilled to bits
That lions are treated in this disrespectful way
It shows
The package it is loaded with margins
And it grows
Taxidermy paperwork shooters on the scene
lion bones off to the Far East
The skin! its so obscene
These farms the scourge of Africa
The vilest business they
Are so cruel to their charges
Nothing can save the day
Africa you stand out
As an ugly misshapen group
Who sacrifice the king of beasts
For a special kind of soup
Of CEO’s and officials
Who each turn their blind eye
To their malevolent intentions
And the reason why we cry
Dear Shesh
Written in your honour
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
Love this Rex, the poor lion boys oh my goddess its time for justice in their name
I asked Shesh to let me have some stuff on her trip she hasn’t sent me anything particular other than what she put up so I just put something together in her honour and hope she likes it if she send me anything else I will make it more detailed since. I promised I wanted to do something now she is back x
Dearest Rex, I am sobbing, uncontrollably. ….you have ‘ captured’ the horrific and brutal essence of this most heinous of industries ~ canned Lion hunting ~ the absolute suffering ~ the absolute despair….!! I will be sharing more pics today, and, obviously, tag you, my friend ~ the memory stick of pics taken by a ‘ friend’ is still being problematic ~ but will be taking it to an IT specialist. .! Planning my return is tampering with my sanity….! Much love
Thanks Shesh I didnt want to let you down after telling you I would write up something and so looking at the pictures and thinking about them i wrote what I felt they would be feeling and how really i could have a go at all of them for doing this to wild souls proud wild souls.
X