Cecil Poem by Ima Ryma

Cecil



Trophy hunters needing some thrill,
Targeted Cecil the lion,
And lured him so to make the kill,
Just one more big cat to die on.
Some dentist says most likely he
Paid the big bucks to play the game,
Away from boring dentistry,
Unsportsmanlike that's filled with shame.
For 13 years, Cecil was spared
Paying the price for human truth.
The human price needs be declared -
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.

Since Cecil the lion is dead,
Cut off and stuff the dentist's head.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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