Zebra are right to murder

Getting close to Nature
Really rocks his world
Murdering the Zebras
Were he feels he’s hurled
In amongst the wild life
All the dead flesh he
Cuts it off the corpses
And takes it home for tea.
The horns and antlers
These he wants
Keepsakes so to say
They look good in his trophy room
And bush meat lights his way
Out there in the bush
A rifle and his kit
Wild animals are up for it
And he does’nt care a bit

What he kills not one iota
Any game will do
It gives him superiority
Over the camera crew
Wild animals are out there
To be shot and to be killed
Have their pieces taken
Their blood seeing it spilled
A souvenir of hunting
And Every word is true
Nick Morton is the hunter
He just feels closer to
The environment he kills in
For him this urge is true
Inspired by the LION KING
Imagine that will you
A case of certain spivvery
For me the whole time through
Why would you kill a Zebra
Why would you choose to eat
Such a pretty being
The whole thing does unseat
Anger and such shabbiness
In me I have to say
Its just total dishonesty
And venality at play.