CECIL

According to Brent Staplekamp
The saga carries on
The liars and the criminals
They had quickly gone
Were got out of the country
So they wouldn’t face the wrath
Whilst Cecil had died in agony
And his final path

Took him close to Palmer
The dentist who believed
He wanted the biggest Lion around
Which is what, he achieved
He shot him with a arrow
And then left him to bleed
Went back had his dinner
Slept such guilt indeed

Got up had his breakfast
Then waited for good light
So he could find and shoot him
With an arrow and then take flight
Then they found the collar
Which put the wind up him
He ran off in a right old tiz
Thinking things were grim

The collar was removed and hung
On a tree they said
And who knows where it went to
After CECIL was dead
Clearly someone paid someone
To pretend CECIL was still
Wandering around the place
But they had made the kill

Not by rifle as had been said
But by bow so Palmer could
Win the hunting record
Which for him was really good
He poached that Lion for certain
Seeing the collar he
Basically messed his trousers
GOodbye Zimbabwe

There were no licenses for Lions
Of the proper age
They laid the bait
And Cecils fate
It wasn’t hard to gauge
Shot down on the first he was
And then killed the next day
Walked the collar around
So Palmer could get away

BRent knew then what had happened
The collar told him all
It was sophisticated
The result it does appal
All the lies that surfaced
Were Palmer’s nasty way
Of getting what he wanted
And getting back to the USA

He really is a low life
A thoroughly nasty brute
He let a majestic animal
Suffer just to suit
Himself this conservation
Crap they talk up,he
This was really viciousness
And vile, villainy

And he got away with it
His dentistry and more
And things have quitened down a lot
As more and more ignore
The dentist with the trophy room
The poacher without soul
His iniquitous immorality
And his actual goal

A total lack of conscience
Opportunism and dishonesty
It was all a bloody racket
Base skullduggery
Complicit in this saga
Unregretting too as he
Blagged it every way he could
Such amorality

Watching the press conference
On Facebook today
Brought it all back
Made me see
That hunters get away

With murder with their money
And malpractice
They are felons but despite
The evidence
They get to go
But let’s think of CECils plight

He lay there in a panic
Dying in his way
Suffering like crazy
Weeping made to pay
Whilst Palmer and his henchman
Wined and dined at will
It’s all high fives and happiness
To have made the kill

The sentience soul’s sensation
Of unctuous agony
In utter discomfort
Why did he have to be
Aching from the arrow
Stoic and alone
Whilst Palmer sat contented
No doubt on his phone