The king of the jungle needs saving
for they have no companion in these times.
Don’t trust the numbers
for even those in dense forests are not safe
trying to survive by an inch of life.
Illusions are their songs
with nothing else to live by.
What are they king of?
What do they rule?
They fear the hunters and poachers
And so once wild,
Now fears the wild.
Don’t trust the movies
they don’t tell the truth.
Money is now something essential
even more important than food
for security can now only be bought
and money is the only thing they sought.
What are they afraid of?
Once their enemy darkness
is now seems the only time they truly live.
Hope is something they live by.
A hope to live someday
A hope to live like the king of the jungle.