Xanda

The son of Cecil meets the most untimely death
As well
Shot outside the Hwange National Park
Zimbabwe hell
Descended on this handsome soul
On the seventh of July
An ulcerstive vileness
That somehow did apply

These fucking trophy hunters
Are criminals who must
Be charged for their accursed behaviour
So unjust
They cause worldwide mmournfulness
And tribulation too
For the purpose of raising their libido
Its what these arse oles do

Their brains are in stagnation
Their hearts lack total care
They need their bollocks severed
To evoke a need to share
To be totally unexcited
By a wild cat on the prowl
Uninspired and spiritless
And sunken to the jowl

Cecil caused a maelstrom
When Palmer did his thing
The dentist lost all favours
In this life and cannot bring
Any decent thought abroad
For murdering our friend
A collared Lion Xanda’s father
The world cannot afford

These irreversible losses
So egotistical freaks
Can pay their bounty and pull their triggers
In their rampant cliques
Insensitive and callous
Unconscious to the way
Dispassionate and soulless
They go about their day

Really a bunch of tossers
Who need a kicking fast
Their presumption of such arrogance
Their impertinence they cast
Like a pebble in a country pond
Whose ring fails reach a blast
Ruffians in the spotlight
Wrong doers from the past

Xanda’s lost his spirit
To his dear papa
Hopefully they have found each other
Wandering afar
As for this trophy hunter
This traitor through and through
We hope he dies from a painful death
As the wicked often do.