No better than a mill

Eduardo’s place in Mexico
Supposedly creates
A sanctuary from heaven
We feel those pearly gates
Opening and displaying
Vast tracts of wondrous land
For his cat boys to find paradise
And all done by his hand

The problem is his methods
Saving them from sin
From the vagaries of circus
And the zoo’s to just be in
Some frantic place forever
With no love in their lives
Eduardo sees the pain of that
And says of course that he strives

To give them his utopia
But really what we see
Is too many cubs around the place
Which really cannot be
Its proving he is delusional
About his sanctuary

there has to be control
In all of this not him alone
He has the land we understand
And the money but the tone
Is advancing into mayhem
With so many cats around
Its looking like a wild cat mill
Too many on the ground

Thirty staff or so I am told
But theres so much to do
Bringing them into his house as pets
Is not what he should do
These are all wild animals
They grow into dangerous souls
You must not treat them as you are
There must be tight controls

On the number of animals settled there
For clearly we can see
Already there are too many
In enclosures actually
The photo shoots and publicity
Again is not the way
He is treating them like petting parlours
Canned hunting farms
To pay

Presumably for their upkeep
But this is just unfair
These are of course wild animals
Their lives you cannot share
By cuddling and petting
The responsibility
Of learning to be what they are
Is important actually

As for a so called sanctuary
Without control at all
No government intervention
No by laws for the soul
Just what comes from arrogance
And ignorance to me
Cannot work for the animals
Who would want to be free