Yes I’m a cub
\na Lion some think I
\nam king of the jungle
\nso I wonder why
\nI was born in a cage
\nwith a smother of straw
\nwith greasy old bars
\nwhat was that for<\/p>\n
My mother she’s big
\nshe’s got teeth on her, she
\ncan bite through big bones
\nand crunch them and be
\nable but why is she
\nstuck in this cage
\nit really is small
\nand she’s been here for an age<\/p>\n
Father he’s bigger still
\nand what a roar
\nbut he’s got a cage too
\nno one does ignore
\nhim they don’t get to close
\nhe is a force
\nbut still around humans
\nas a matter of course<\/p>\n
humans are with me
\nthey cuddle me, they
\nhave a strange smell about them
\nand today
\nsome people came
\nfrom outside and held me
\none smelled of flowers
\nthe other he be
\nsmelling of leaves
\nsmoky leaves his hands were hard
\nI didn’t like him
\nhis face was all scarred<\/p>\n
Mother is being taken away
\nshe is going out into the enclosure
\ntoday
\nsome jeeps have turned up
\nsome strangers are here
\npacking big rifles
\nand bringing some fear
\nthey are very foreign
\nI don’t like to see
\nthese people coming
\nand handling me<\/p>\n
they have blood on their hands
\nand a smell on
\ntheir breath
\nof dead meat and fish
\nyes they represent death
\nthey do pick me up
\nbut have unfeeling hands
\nthey squeeze me and scratch me
\nof them I’m not fans<\/p>\n
its getting dark and mothers
\nnot here
\nshe bade me farewell when she went
\nbut its clear
\nwhere ever she’s gone it must be quite far
\nfor up in the sky there’s the moon
\nand a star<\/p>\n
Mother never returned she was shot
\nby some goon
\nwho paid for her death
\nand they launched a balloon
\nSimba is dead thats my mum
\nshe was shot
\nfor 20 thousand
\nshot down on the spot
\nI never got to kiss her
\nand nuzzle again
\nI hope that she left here
\nin not too much pain<\/p>\n
Dad is beside himself
\nhe knows she’s gone
\nshe is a trophy
\nthey were the con
\nmy sweet mama was lost
\nin a fog
\nof bullets that struck
\nher she fell in the bog<\/p>\n
soon it will be my turn
\nto die
\nI’m growing fast now
\nthough this lot lie
\nwe are the trophies
\nfor American sods
\nwith their fucking great rifles
\nwho think they are gods
\nthey are cowards to have shot her
\nmy dearest mama
\nshe never hurt no one
\nshe was my star<\/p>\n
these trophy rich ass holes
\nhave blood on their hands
\nthey come over here
\nwith their money and plans
\nto slaughter those animals
\nsold off like me
\nto the highest bidder
\nso nothing is free
\nwe are slaves to a system
\nthat is so so unfair
\nits blatantly obvious
\nwe are no where
\nin their heart of hearts
\nwe are fodder thats all
\nmurdered in cold blood
\nby some bloody fool<\/p>\n
the king of the jungle
\nnot any more
\nthe jungles have gone
\nthats why we’re so sore
\nman took it all
\nman was the one
\nwho sold us down the river
\nwhen he pointed his gun
\nmy dear dear mother
\nshe loved me so much
\nbut I’ll never see her again
\nnor will I touch
\nor feel her warm breath
\nshe’s lost she’s no more
\nher bones have been stripped from her
\nof that I’m sure<\/p>\n
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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 … Continue reading