Alone in a cage, I pace back and forth
As people giggle and laugh
Fed twice a week with cold meat,
It smells like my friend, the giraffe.

Maybe he died – too weak to live.
Dreaming of savannah plains.
And the dreamy sunset that lit up the sky
And those wonderful African rains.

A boy threw a rock through the gates
It was aimed at where I lay,
I roared and growled and swiped my paw
Until the guards took me away.

Into a room, why had I had never been here?
It was dark, suspicious and cold
I looked around as I was pulled along
My body trembled with fear.

I growled at a guard when he tugged too hard,
He smelt of blood and dirty water.
I saw a shimmer, a gleaming knife.
This was a room of slaughter.

The men pulled me closer while I tugged away
Remember the days I used to play and run
In grass made of gold
Remember the days now my time has come
All because I was sold

Bang, this lion was gone,
I was weak and slow not active.
Don’t let this happen you will regret it.
Making us captive.