A poem to discourage animal Poachers, mentions televised case of Cecil the lion
|Lost and found of the fauna
Round the world poaching goes on.
To purses of leather
one lost its skin
One lost its feather
to hats and decors
Another lost its fur
to those mink coats
One lost its tooth
to ivory bangles gosh!
Many lost their lives
to heartless hunters
Not only are they
on animal property encroaching
They are selfishly and greedily
Alas! Alas! Alas!
Woe to that cut throat
fine and fancy fur coat
They lost it all to
merciless, thoughtless poachers
And even if this lost was found later
and confiscated by officers
Still how do you restore
this lost and found
to their rightful owners?
How do you return a severed tusk to the elephant?
Fur to the poor lynched lynx cat?
Skinned skins to the python?
Or ripped feathers to the peacock?
And how do you restore life
to the poor killed luckless fauna
As long as poaching is rife
Relax neither in beach nor sauna.
Some satanic soul committed this awful regicide
Of one prided King of the Jungle
And that has left behind his deceased and bereaved pride
And his offspring in bloody danger
For Cecil the royal leonine majesty of the African Game reserve
Has been the victim of crazy murder!
Now that does seem like darned ruthless evil
This notorious case In which the hunter
wanted a trophy out of poor Cecil
Ah, let's all peep through binoculars
instead of through guns
Shoot 'em' with cameras
instead of weapons
O' hunters shun hunting
with darned shotguns!
Hunting for food and survival is acceptable
But for mere fashionable luxury
and sport or the fashion industry
It is poaching, which is highly despicable