Once there were jungles to roam in
\nThen we were kings of the realm
\nNow what is left not a lot for us we
\nWill never be at the helm
\nParks we are put there and made to wear
\nCollars
\nBut the likes of Palmer and co
\nAre out there just flashing the big bucks around
\nAnd the locals are ready to show<\/p>\n
Them where we are and tempt us they do
\nLuring us out so that we
\nCan be shot with their bow
\nAnd so down we go
\nThat is the future we see
\nA bloody trophy on some arses wall
\nOur bones sent to China and we
\nOur spirit dies in the place we were born
\nFar removed from royalty<\/p>\n
Now they are shooting us every day
\nEven the rangers come by and say
\nPeople move in to our countryside
\nAnd we get the bullets
\nBut it is denied
\nPeople want homes
\nWhere the kings once did roam
\nAnd now we are finished
\nWe have lost our home<\/p>\n
Now comes canned hunting
\nWe are, worth more dead
\nOur skins and our tails
\nAnd our bones and our head
\nFetch very good prices
\nSo what chance is left
\nAfrica soon will be bereft<\/p>\n
Of its lions of its Rhino’s
\nOf its Elephants too
\nThe rest they will languish
\nIn some Chinese Zoo
\nAnd the caged Cats
\nWill wait and be done
\nAdded to wine to be
\nDrunk in the sun<\/p>\n
That is our destiny
\nKings perhaps we
\nActually never were kings
\nFor we be
\nLost in a mist missed rarely, and
\nWe go to our deaths
\nAnd we do understand<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Once there were jungles to roam in Then we were kings of the realm Now what is left not a lot for us we Will never be at the helm Parks we are put there and made to wear Collars … Continue reading