In my lifetime
\nThose majestic Lions
\nTheir eternity assured
\nThe very kings of Africa
\nWith their presence
\nThey had scored
\nA realness and an essence
\nEssential to the way
\nAfrica was blooming
\nIn a truly grounded way<\/p>\n
250,000 and they stood for something
\nHere
\nGreat prides stalked the countryside
\nTheir Nirvana clear
\nThen man the great white hunter
\nCrept across their scene
\nWith guns a blazing and ego’s raising
\nHell
\nNo King nor Queen<\/p>\n
Could touch the power of lead
\nThose bullets enter and devour
\nThey tear into the liver
\nAnd they pull away the power
\nA head up on a trophy wall
\nTo gather aeons of dust
\nThe Hunter man feels joyful
\nThe rest of us disgust<\/p>\n
A tail a paw the skin
\nMade into a rug upon the floor
\nThe spoils were now seen everywhere
\nThe poor Lions were at war
\nThe ammunition sellers
\nThe safari clubs were born
\nThe farmers stopped growing
\nOranges
\nCanned hunting the new dawn<\/p>\n
Broke across this Africa
\nThe new Africa where doubt
\nWhere reluctance and untimeliness
\nWere worth a second shout
\nHunting was in fashion
\nIt brought currency to bear
\nAnd the great Kings bore the brunt of it
\nLooking back it was far from fair<\/p>\n
But some were making money
\nThe enterprise was there
\nImporting assassins
\nWith vast wealth all could share
\nThe margins were phenomenal
\nAnd the market it did build
\nFlagrantly and blatantly
\nThey all increased their yield<\/p>\n
What a wretched business
\nWhat a waste of land
\nThe miracle of creation
\nThey couldn’t understand
\nArrogance took over
\nLion after Lion they shot
\nMan was super normal
\nAnd was earning a lot<\/p>\n
Canned and trophy hunting
\nThe safari’s far away
\nSelling all those packages
\nWith guarantees you pay
\nWhatever and you catch and kill
\nThat is what you do
\nIts not days and days of tracking
\nAnd perhaps no kills for you<\/p>\n
With canned hunting you choose
\nYour prey
\nThe actual Lion maybe
\nOr Leopard or whatever
\nYou can afford then you can see
\nCaged up near to humans
\nAnd let out just so you
\nCan shoot whatever animal
\nIf capable and true<\/p>\n
Otherwise the safari men
\nWill let their bullets fly
\nAnd you can return to wherever
\nWith a lions head which is why
\nSo many would be hunters came
\nThey couldn’t shoot for shit
\nBut you pay the price and you do feel nice
\nGoing home with it<\/p>\n
On the trophy wall the courageous head
\nYou were told, you had gunned down
\nSo the hunter man is happy
\nAnd all around his town
\nPeople so admire him
\nAn arse with a gun who goes
\nTo AFRica and bags a Lion
\nAnd who cares, no one knows<\/p>\n
So he has bought some self respect
\nThough deep down inside some feel
\nThat really he’s wanker
\nWith so little appeal
\nTimes of course are changing
\nThe hunters they still go
\nThey have shot and killed great armies
\nAnd the population know<\/p>\n
The war has been so telling
\nnow very few exist
\nlions are bred to be shot down
\nAnd that just makes me pissed
\nAnd many more besides who realise
\nCreations gift
\nIs being cut to ribbons by the
\nBy what is a fucking rift<\/p>\n
They do not care for AFRICA
\nAnd Lions too,are now seen
\nAs cash cows pure and simple
\nThe whole thing is obscene
\nShipping out the Lion bones
\nAs tiger bones has now
\nDeveloped into another business
\nYou may now ask how<\/p>\n
Chinese traditional medicine
\nHolds tigers as supreme
\nSo lies are told and Lion bones are sold
\nAs Tiger its a dream
\nHuge amounts of money
\nChange hands across the world
\nThe Lion numbers are dwindling
\nThe whole damn business hurled<\/p>\n
Its darkly criminality
\nAnd the victims surely are
\nThe great Lion Kings of Africa
\nWho now no longer star
\nThey have been decimated
\nAns with more new petting zoo’s
\nTaking on the volunteers
\nAgain its one big ruse<\/p>\n
Capturing the hearts and minds
\nOf people far away
\nAnd just getting cheap labour in
\nTo pass the time of day
\nThe animals see humans
\nAs friendly which means they
\nAre kept in cages all their life
\nTill the chosen day<\/p>\n
When the pot bellied foreigner
\nTurns up to claim his prize
\nAnd the old cage door is open
\nFew there to realise
\nThe caged lion petted all its life
\nIs in an enclosure where
\nThe hunter takes aim and shoots dead
\nYou see the great despair<\/p>\n
And the market has so grown and grown
\nAs have the lies around
\nIts conservation hunting
\nIt has a perfect sound
\nAnd the ignorant believe it
\nAnd the farmers make a mint
\nThe lions have become the victims
\nAnd yes receive a glint<\/p>\n
Of sunlight and the blue sky
\nA backdrop for it all
\nIts The slaughter of the innocent
\nFor the trophy on the wall<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In my lifetime Those majestic Lions Their eternity assured The very kings of Africa With their presence They had scored A realness and an essence Essential to the way Africa was blooming In a truly grounded way 250,000 and they … Continue reading