Its me
The blue eyed Lioness
I represent the sky
The sun is there to warm us
The moon brings light from high
Why you ask at KRUGER
We Africans we know
The mighty kings are out there
Dying as you know
Hunted by the money bags
Excuses to the fore
The dentists and the CEO’s
With the cash we can’t ignore
They kill us in their hundreds
Thats why my eyes are blue
And I might end up a target
All you have to do
Is put a collar on me
And say I am safe and they
Will find some corrupt officials
And kill me right away
A short poem for Shesh and the KRUGER park blue eyed
LIONESS written instantly and added to her thread
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.