Wildness in Lions is fast disappearing

Harvesting wild animals
Especially the LIONS
Conning volunteers To come
You must have seen the signs
They pay to go and nurture
The cubs and can you see
We turn our backs on Nature
And it’s legitimacy

That gargantuan roar
That rocks the night
Sending shivers down the spine
These so called rotten sanctuaries
Where everything’s divine
Cubs are born and taken away
And cows milk delivered fast
The cub so needs it’s mother
It’s A story of the past

Lines and lines of cages
Many souls in each
Fighting for their supper
You can feel the reach
It’s about exploitation
And makes a lot of dosh
It’s more Profitable than growing fruit
Their excuses though won’t wash

Lion trade is big business
And taxidermy too
The Trophy hunting the canned hunting
In South Africa we do
Both and in good measure
Breeding is the way
But genetically they are feeble
On any given day

The safari club and others
Venture forth and will
Pick a brochure and a package
And quite a few will kill
10 to 13 animals
And all of them guaranteed
And they call it conservation
It’s The story that they feed

The red earth of South Africa
Drenched in tame lions blood
Land and fences Add the permit
Then you will see a flood
Of babies And then volunteers
Improving their karmic trail
Enbroiled in illegality
And all beyond the pale

And the government turns its blind eye
Away from thinking much
They see the money rolling in
And It gets them in the crutch
It draws the wealth of Europe
And the USA
Clamouring for trophies
They can come and take away

And there are a lot of farmers
Armed up to the hilt
They will see off the “greenies“
Who they think will always wilt
Under fire and anger
Basically they run
Them off the land and rapidly
Just by loading their gun

Producing sub standard Lions
Genetically so weak
At this rate will not inherit
Neither will they seek
The high ground that’s for certain
For the hunters they just pay
And The animals are murdered
In the most obnoxious way

And South Africa allows it
A rebellion that is cursed
It’s offensive and indictable
Really it’s the worst
That the King of beasts could undergo
For they
Are losing out to hunters
Every single day

And the farmers are transgressors
For the TCM we know
The bones require a wildness
For the efficacy to grow
Caged Lions being tortured
Bastardised and left
Become black market contraband
In essence are bereft

Of all the special qualities
Of wildness and beyond
Which Chinese traditional medicine
Regarded as their bond
and so it’s manipulation
Tragically going on
Where everyone is suffering
It’s really one big con

The volunteers pay handsomely
To nurture for conservation
But actually are left
With elements of ingratiation
Holy than thou they are not
Collaborators they
Failing in the brownie points
Heads down they creep away

The farmers take advantage
Of weak laws that all lead
To a bum sucking bootlicking Trade
That really does succeed
The great Kings are the victims
Their jungle is no more
They are manipulated
Everyone part of a war

Of attrition without remission
Cubs taken away
Fed on shop bought cows milk
Weaker by the day
Genetically subservient
Weakening they be
There are more Lions in these horrific camps
Their life of enmity

And there isn’t love nor caring
They are bred to shoot and die
To make them into trophies
And their bones
To ship or fly
The farmers once grew oranges
But now fortunes they make
Disaffected and disloyal
And in essence wholly fake

The roar is more an utterance
A general grieving for
Wildness and the status
Which encouraged Natural Law
To be the predator prey creation
Godly and on point
But now it’s cruel and crooked
Every nose is out of joint

Blood Lions see their blood lines
Now frittered away
They are Not the Kings alas
Just weakly souls that lay
The highest price now ever
Victims one and all
Raped tortured and murdered
Where malevolence does rule

And the Chinese they are losing out
For Wild Tiger bone is replaced
With weakly caged up Lion bones
The efficacy replaced
By fraudulence and imprecation
And what is totally
At odds with TCM in fact
And thus should never be

There is no wildness anymore
No spirit and no soul
What they get is caged Lion Bones
Monkey and some more
Turtle shells ground up and mixed
Into a cake where we
See not a hint of wild Tiger
Just criminality

Just the worst intentions
Malignancy and more
South Africa can bow its head
For its Hunters are at war
With every saintly soulful member
Of the human race
For their spiteful vicious balefulness
That’s become a huge disgrace.