Nothing but a trophy

Yes I’m a cub
a Lion some think I
am king of the jungle
so I wonder why
I was born in a cage
with a smother of straw
with greasy old bars
what was that for

My mother she’s big
she’s got teeth on her, she
can bite through big bones
and crunch them and be
able but why is she
stuck in this cage
it really is small
and she’s been here for an age

Father he’s bigger still
and what a roar
but he’s got a cage too
no one does ignore
him they don’t get to close
he is a force
but still around humans
as a matter of course

humans are with me
they cuddle me, they
have a strange smell about them
and today
some people came
from outside and held me
one smelled of flowers
the other he be
smelling of leaves
smoky leaves his hands were hard
I didn’t like him
his face was all scarred

Mother is being taken away
she is going out into the enclosure
today
some jeeps have turned up
some strangers are here
packing big rifles
and bringing some fear
they are very foreign
I don’t like to see
these people coming
and handling me

they have blood on their hands
and a smell on
their breath
of dead meat and fish
yes they represent death
they do pick me up
but have unfeeling hands
they squeeze me and scratch me
of them I’m not fans

its getting dark and mothers
not here
she bade me farewell when she went
but its clear
where ever she’s gone it must be quite far
for up in the sky there’s the moon
and a star

Mother never returned she was shot
by some goon
who paid for her death
and they launched a balloon
Simba is dead thats my mum
she was shot
for 20 thousand
shot down on the spot
I never got to kiss her
and nuzzle again
I hope that she left here
in not too much pain

Dad is beside himself
he knows she’s gone
she is a trophy
they were the con
my sweet mama was lost
in a fog
of bullets that struck
her she fell in the bog

soon it will be my turn
to die
I’m growing fast now
though this lot lie
we are the trophies
for American sods
with their fucking great rifles
who think they are gods
they are cowards to have shot her
my dearest mama
she never hurt no one
she was my star

these trophy rich ass holes
have blood on their hands
they come over here
with their money and plans
to slaughter those animals
sold off like me
to the highest bidder
so nothing is free
we are slaves to a system
that is so so unfair
its blatantly obvious
we are no where
in their heart of hearts
we are fodder thats all
murdered in cold blood
by some bloody fool

the king of the jungle
not any more
the jungles have gone
thats why we’re so sore
man took it all
man was the one
who sold us down the river
when he pointed his gun
my dear dear mother
she loved me so much
but I’ll never see her again
nor will I touch
or feel her warm breath
she’s lost she’s no more
her bones have been stripped from her
of that I’m sure