South African farmers
did some time ago
give up growing fruits
thinking they did know
that harvesting Lions
the Kings can we say
Based on deceit
at the end of the day
the pursuit of evil
a disservice to
Africa’s ethic
making souls pay
for what was an outrage
an insidious wrong
Terrible cruelty
that didn’t belong
canned hunting
trophies
the ignorant ones
harvesting lions
the whole idea stuns
and distresses the honour
that Africa spells
Creating adversity
and pure shame that wells
up in pure hearts
Afflicted we be
As thousands are murdered
and their bones tragically
shipped off to Viet Nam
Then to be sold
as Tiger cake it leaves me cold
lion bones and monkey
and Turtle shell
ground up and sold off
to TCM hell.
the farmers are pestilence
second rate sods
earning the big bucks
where are the gods
of the victims
where are they
death everywhere
canned hunting add ons
and shame and despair
We must save the Lions
ban Canned Hunting today
the cunning the cheating
the Draconian Way
such callous oppression
wickedly they
duplicitous swindlers
get through each day
the angelic prides
unspotted and pure
at the hands of the despotic
Rotters who lure
their wildness out of them
in these dull zoo’s
Humanity smothers them
and yes they lose
their true morality
its taken away
fodder for shooters
who transgress
every day.