Once kings of the jungle

Look at us now

members of zoo’s

we ate red meat once

But Sadly  the news

From far far away

in South Africa where

once there were fruit farms

and now our despair

is rampant alas

trophy

hunting places

now farming Lions

with peculiar faces

we get little wild meat

its boiled chickens,  we

have to contend with

and so we now be
in caged up tedium

where monotony

exists uninterestingly
our misery.

our kingly strengths

usurped alas  We

heavy with guilt

insipid you see

Our brethren brothers

targets for those

vile trophy hunters

the dreariness grows

once they were fruit farms

now it’s barbed wire

coops full of chickens

staleness  and ire

yes we’re deformed

Exercise free

dosed up with drugs

haggard are we

living in squalor

the stench of the cell

ravaged and wrinkled

our lives are   just HELL

weaker by the day

waiting to be

shot by the

So called

hunters