Cecil was a friendly lion,
Never harmed a living soul.
Didn’t stop a Dentist flyin’
In to seek his huntin’ goal.
He traveled up the Root Canal,
Noting his extraction point,
Cleaned and polished rifle pal,
Drilled with leaden needlepoint.
The tragic death of Cecil was
The catalyst for much debate.
Hunted down the Dentist ‘cause
His clients sought to litigate.
The death of thousands, strange to say,
Fails to register at all.
Unpeople, on our conscience, weigh
Hardly anything at all.
Stephen Tomkins
14 August 2015
Jakarta
Great poem, I am inspired to have a crack at this myself! Brilliant piece 🙂
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Hi Ella, thanks so much for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoyed it and even more so that I’ve actually inspired someone to do something! 😉
Best wishes, Stephen
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