The Dead Lion Poem
The canned jungle-king song (Based on "The Lion Song" )
I hear lions roaring in the jungles of Africa
I see people dancing in their kraals in the jungles of Africa.
The lion is a symbol of power and freedom for Africa.
I hear tourists singing while drums are beating the reserves in Africa.
I see poachers hiding where the lions are roaring in the jungles of Africa
I hear gun shots and no more roaring in the jungles of Africa.
They killed the symbol of power and freedom in the jungles of Africa. ……………………………..
I hear people are now mining where the lions were roaring jungles was in Africa.
I hear caged lions roaring in the can-farms in Africa.
Tourists go target shooting, while people go hungry in the cities of Africa.
The lions'-roar on the can-farms are silenced by gunshot!
There is no lion-king to kill in the jungles of Africa.
(Background sound: traffic noise, the hustle and bustle of city noise, - police sirens, gunshots and people screaming )
I hear no lions roaring ………………………………… except in the can-farms of Africa.
(Back ground sound: a lone baby crying)
A crying baby is a symbol for a generation born in a world without free roaming wildlife.
The jungle KING IS DEAD! Long live the can-farm king!
I hear gun-shots in the can-farms of Africa.
This poem was first written by Ex Unitate Vires 15 May 2007, as the words of a song for anyone who wish to develop it. It was updated in the same month
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