Safari’s to Hell

The set up is clear
Encouraging those
Resigned to the hunt
And the kill
For it grows
In the hearts of the hunter
The throwback to when
Manhood it mattered
Truly fighting men
Saw there path forward
As warriors who
Trek into the bush
To do what they do
To wait with their weapons
Cocked ready to fire
And bring down a wild soul
In a frenzy of ire

They call it conservation
In a most perverse way
Safari companies perched
Who we pay
A great sum of money
To be given the chance
To go And to share
One hell of a dance
Under a dark sky
Wildness evolves
The trophy hunter
His bounty it solves
Any equation any at all
The largest the strongest
For the right price
All fall

Choked out of existence
True unmanliness
Skulking under cover
Eyes set no less
On the wilderness children
Their day all set fine
Who will seemingly lose out
as quietly they dine
A stony indifference
To what they see
Quietness and calmness
And imperturbability
Dispossessed of wonder
Of the breathtaking sight
Of the finest of specimens
Now in the light

Zimbabwe has sold its honour today
The dubious question
Why wildness should pay
With its future in the frame
Conservation they sight
Its all in the margin
The future feels bright
A wonderful leopard
A solitary
He did not stand a chance
Someone paid the fee
He so majestic
On shoulders he is laid
As Africa’s spirit
Has tragically strayed

Into the path of the
Fractious of men
With a large enough purse
Enough to say when
A solitary creature
Created to be
A miracle predator
Who wouldnt see
What was coming
Intent on the prey up ahead
And so took the full force
That slammed into his head
His so called assassin
A hit man of means
Accumulated wealth
And ofcourse in his jeans
And hunting attire
He is ready to kill
To hide like a thief
And to murder at will