How cruel they be, to those born free
they hunt and kill so heinously.
A Gorilla today was sold as meat
they cut off his head, hands and feet
no more, his chest, those fists will beat.
How little they care, little they know
of God’s wonder and his dire woe.
So base, so vile, this devil’s spawn
when Rhinos die on an African dawn,
savagely slaughtered for their horn.
And the Elephants’ plight by the white gold trade,
for the macabre art of the carvers blade.
The ignoble past has bitter recalls,
safari hunting for the trophy walls.
And whaling ships on killing sprees
with harpoon guns, on crimson seas.
And upon those left, the poacher preys
as we head towards their end of days.