Hollywood and safari’s

Selling the concept
Making it pay
Irreverence fills up
The hours in the day
Selling the man thing
The gristle the grunt
The meanness the wanting
To be in the hunt

For a trophy to take home
For the puff and the hype
Its real criminality
For me a type
Of rogue hiding out
Waiting to shoot
To ambush a wild soul
To put in the boot

Its about the vanquished
Cut down in their prime
Its not conservation
No justice this time
Predation in Nature
Takes out the sick
The injured the weak
Nature’s no dick

Thats the great white hunter
Trophy and all
Canned hunting specialist
Really the fool
Cajoled by the professional
Full of over praise
Its a business for gods sake
This real life malaise

Assassination of the wild creed
Where creation put them
And hoped they succeed
Prey and predation
The great Mother rules
And the weak and destracted
Then capture the fools

Men witH the money
That sit on their arse
Drive their big cars
They get a pass
Perhaps they have shot guns
To shoot at the crows
Or the rats in the barn
Who just kind of pose

A problem, but otherwise
Thats all they are
And the hunting video’s
Can make them a star
Marching songs drama
The wild beasts that roar
Mosquito nets, tents
Loads of blood and gore

And what do they do too
Dress up the dead
In hats and sunglasses
A buffalo sped
Past a group of hunters
Massively built
Head down and firing on cylinders
Blood spilt
As the bullet engages
Some Froth and a yell
And now its a corpse
That has just found its HELL

The lack of respect
And integrity
Its so bloody shameful
What good sense can see
Villainness its improbity
Its shabby abjectness
And dishonesty

Feeding the locals
Another lie
Its swinging the lead
Its invalid and high
Time it was stopped
Habitats lost for good
Lost for bad if you ask me
And everyone should

Its lacking the gratefulness
The grace to say
How the African wild life
Are gifts and each day
Should receive blessings
Not bullets for they
Are African born and bred
Where they should stay

Photographed certainly
But hunted and killed
For trophies for bones
For the blood that is spilled
For the whole petting farm process
Crooked as hell
Farming wild LIONs
Because they do sell

To the city slickers
A week in the sun
A nice big fat trophy
And firing a gun
Swaggering pompously
Show offs and more
Who are they fooling?
Themselves I am sure

They see nothing remarkable
Not any more
No admiration
As to true awe
They dont have those feelings
Built around respect
It has to be shocking
Before they elect

To participate further
Where arrogance reigns
Conceited as hell
They go to great pains
Gods gift to women
Smart alec’s they
Doll themselves up
At the end of the day

Shallow but heartless
Ignorant too
Caring and sharing
Is not what they do
Feeble and flimsy
Soppy and weak
When push comes to shove
Not much do they seek

Lack of understanding
Of the nature of things
Of wildness and habitats
And all of which brings
The wild into focus
Prey and predation
The whole equilibrium
And rich salvation

Despite validation
All over the place
BLue Planet
The internet
We all can chase
Moonbeams and butterflies
But what we should
Do is respect life
That would be good

Stop killing animals
Stop the abuse
Stop imposing conditions
There is no excuse
Stop eating their dead bodies
Stop wearing their fur
Stop circus and rodeo
We must not err

Anymore, we must love them care fOr them
We
Close down the zoos give them sanctuary
Allocate habitats
Freedom is theres
Share Mother Earth
And continue our prayers
For more true affection
Respect everyone
And learn from each other
When the day is done