Lion Day yesterday

It all began in Trafalgar Square
Cecil the Lion we felt him there
Dominic told us to stop and make
The public aware and to stay awake

To the horrible hunting now going on
In Africa, so many gone
Shot to death in a hail of fire
The reasoning and the time so dire

Really we have reached the crunch
We know they are a monstrous bunch
Rich and able to travel there
And spread around their vile despair

Its called canned hunting killing tame lions
Kept in cages we know the signs
Destruction of a species its everywhere
And these dark forces just do not care

The kings of the jungle are losing out
Their trophies are being sent about
A glorious head and pairs of paws
The skin of course it breaks all our laws

Of compassion and empathy we do feel
This onslaught truthfully is real
You buy a package a killing spree
The supermarkets of death now be

Run by the wicked with a hatred for
The wild life and for evermore
They appear to bring their bitterness
Around the world creating stress

It has to end these encounters vile
Rancorous brutes devoid of style
Brainwashed nauseous hated fools
Who don’t shoot straight and break all the rules

Cecil was lured out of the park
An elephants body in the dark
Wrapped around a truck so he
Would be enticed there rapidly

And shot to wound with Palmers cross bow
And left to suffer as we all know
Whilst they went back waiting for light
So they could track him, it wasn’t right

All those hours in agony
And Palmer killed him terribly
Cut off his head thats what they do
Loveless butchers, the angry who

Use their wrathfulness and sullenness
They glare and bellow and expect no less
Than a wonderful Lion whose fit and well
Is cut to ribbons in a frantic spell

They marched they called they did their thing
The lions in Africa could be the spring
That forces these governments to take heed
For people power it will succeed

lions were the kings they being led
Caged up petted and now instead
Of their fierce attire
They are made to be
Targets
A soulful tragedy

Its breaking out in hearts and minds
Those there really know the signs
Every day these rich souls come
Pay the bounty to the dumb

Its all about money corruption and all
None of us need to go to school
We feel the corruption these sadists create
Their malevolence rising at such a rate

People who saw them and heard their cries
Be moved every time that a great Lion dies
So its bones are shipped off to China too
To Be sold for a fortune its what they do

Chinese medicine a ransom paid
To prolong this diabolical trade
In body parts of our wildest soul
Who really now has lost control

So its up to us we have to strive
To keep the precious Lions alive
This is no fallacy we speak
Its the most important thing this week

Fight for the lions march and say
We really have to save the day
When they become extinct and we
Let it happen !