Serabie just one lion saved

Harvesting lions
You don’t harvest lions
They are bred in the wild
Thats what they do
Wildness is paramount
CItes you better
Think please for goodness same think now will you

Some 20000 left in the wild
Thats if we are lucky
We have defiled
The kings of the jungle
Our minds are unsound
Farming the canned lions
A model thats drowned

In ugly big business
Profitable too
Cub petting walking them
Shooting them, who?

In their right minds
Informed people
Why would volunteer
To pet cubs
To walk lions
And then see them shot
In enclosures of fear

Serabie a cub left in a farm
With many others all coming to harm
Taken from their mothers
And petted a while
Then walked and we know
I cannot stay calm

Yanik he rescued this particular cat
And took it to EMOYa thats where it was at
Being cared for in a good sanctuary
No interaction none we could see
In an african landscape with some extra toys
Cats need the stimulant
Cats get those joys
And here they have everything
To move them along
Canned hunting truthfully is evil and wrong

Those sanctuaries working ethically for
The lions they lose money of course thats for sure
Being cruel to animals thats what they do
That is the ethic thats bad but true
Their key targets are the bottom line
Profit and loss thats the sun that does shine

But if its wild breeding i dead lion means 6
Dead lions for other males kill thats how they fix
Their own genes in females thats what they do
One lion equals 7 so the canned hunting view
Is they so conserve but alas
They only create a hellish morass

Humanised cubs further humanised by
walking with them
Then shooting them
Why
why are the public not seeing
this pain
This terror this fear when it comes around again

The canned hunting farms are hoodlums who say
What they are doing is saving the day
We are losing wild Lions thousands each year
Shot in enclosures for trophies do you hear
Just executed slaughtered in warm blood
For the trophy and bones
That are going to flood

Out to far east for tiger cake they
Are mixing with monkey and turtle ŵe pay
Vast sums of money to hoodlums who run
Complete crooked outfits shot by the gun
The bow and arrow lions being killed
Drugged out of existence their precious blood spilled

Going back to Emoya Yanik soon saw
his beloved Lion in a pride
And whats more
Working it well a natural off
shoot
To the wild lions beyond
Wild from their root

So those dirty businesses
Should all be closed down
The government really has to go to town
Weed out the scumbags and ensure that the lions
Are placed in a sanctuary where all the signs

Are its not canned hunting
And Not trophies we
Must protect our wild life
For eternity
The responsibility here
Is with this going on
Lions will be murdered
Its one great big con

The improbity of it all
Conscience has left
Harvesting lions
Shows how bereft
They are its so awful
The earthlings now cry
Tortured and badly fed
And sent to die

Canned hunting idiots
Pay up front dough
But the Lions and the others
Are dying you know
In extreme agony often they are
By bow and arrow
No ones a star

What are we doing to stop this
We can
Put lions on CITES
Endangered their pan
Is going down fast
Its a real rotten way
Of saying to customers
Go on your way

The unscrupulous traders
And governments do
Turn their blind eyes
Yes that is true
What happened to Cecil
Happens all the time
Its that he was a famous lion
Killed by a slime

Ball of a dentist
From the maniac fringe
Out on a hunt keen just to binge
Himself on the spoils
Of others and he
Was the classic arse ole
That we all could see

The world took a stand
Then it all went away
He reappeared in the great USA
Pulling bis fast ones
His molars like mad
Earning big bucks
How ever sad

So he could come back
When the dust settles he
Could bag a big elephant
Psychopathy
Fills his big head
And we need that you see
We have to stand firm
Against such cruelty