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Satao - RIP 30 May 2014

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Pic:  Tsavo Trust © 2017 A hush has descended over the savannah     Satao has fallen,         He is no more, and the wild birds’ song      as they flip flap along,           mourning Him, but He can’t hear their call He died by a poisoned arrow     hissing through the crisp winter air and He crashed to his knees,     amidst the sorrowful trees         wintering, leafless and bare A shadow dimmed the skies      as the light left his gentle eyes whilst his killers circled round        knives in hand, and there’s a stain on our soul      from the blood-soaked ground where His dear face was butchered,          and a curse on the land Pic:  Tsavo Trust Satao, it’s dusk,    the moon i...

Slave Ape

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When the rising moon calls to his soul       he cannot answer, he cannot follow Her shadow’s path weaving through the magic of twilit trees    as She glides so lightly through the sky, perhaps he catches a glimpse of Her against the smog and city pollution      through a dirty window as Night slowly creeps by He is trapped in this cage until his keeper comes tomorrow, when he is wheeled out for his part in the show,       degraded to being dressed as a human and playing drums, and the idiot crowd laughs and thinks this is good,     and that this is fun He cannot express his urge to swing or call, and instead of tree bark he has cold steel,     he cannot feel the gentle breeze rocking him to sleep in a branch, just the city’s noisy stories makes up the sadness of his real    His very nature eats away at him,     because you cannot trap the wind as it dances thro...

Trapped

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© 2017 He is a wild spirit       trapped in someone else’s idea for his life Imagine his despair of life in a cage, the pure frustration of wanting to swing free in trees and interact with his own kind, feel another furry body,       touch another wild mind      Feel his fear of the beatings when he hasn’t learnt to play his role correctly,           as designated by Mankind the Civilised, in this degrading parody of entertainment, dressed in an absurd guise of our shameful society,         served up to the mindless crowd that either do not know or simply do not care,          that once he lived in a forest and was happy there And when the hordes leave at the end of the day, the lights dim,        and the music fades away, he is led back to the empty silence     where time tick tocks away What passes through his mi...

Call to Action: PROJECT TO END GREAT APE SLAVERY - PEGAS

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Photo credit:  Karl Ammann Beautiful people…. I was honoured recently to be contacted by Karl Ammann ( www.karlammann.com ), a wildlife warrior of note (named Hero of the Environment, and SAB Environmental Journalist of the Year).  He asked me to help raise awareness of the plight of the #slaveapes  as he had seen the world roaring out for our beloved lions.   Together with Dr Dan Stiles (danstiles.org), Nick Cockayne ( http://www.apeactionafrica.org/index ) and a specialised team they have created PEGAS. And so world - I am afraid I need some more tears from you, I’m so sorry.    After the lion march, I seriously wondered if I had any more tears left in my heart or had I cried them all out…  I worried that I had become one of those hard people you see that just don’t cry anymore…  but I’m afraid my heart has been broken again…  actually as I sit here now I wonder at what point one’s heart says “eno...

A Vision.. A March...

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Global March for Lions  Today, somewhere, another roar has been silenced by bullet or deadly bow and a betrayed spirit departed to wherever the Wild Ones go Today, somewhere, an executioner has hung up his weapon of death, boasted his tale of a bloody kill and his victim’s last agonising breath Today, somewhere, another heart has broken and bitter, despairing tears wept and a plea to the Sacred poured out to the night drifting up to the angels where wishes are kept In springtime last year I had a vision that the King Stag was standing on a lonely high peak so faithfully in the mist of the magic so patiently , hurting, with the tragic, waiting for us to grow into our Heroes and in our thousands we gathered before Him and knelt in a fervent prayer that the Light would descend down to Earth and live in every mind here With a thousand sighs of the wind and in a beat of the Earth’s wise heart the tears of outraged Love are carving out a new pat...

ELEVEN

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Your life Dear One was not ours to take you had your own destiny your own path to follow and now, this human, operating through pure Evil, has stolen your tomorrow ELEVEN times he pulled the trigger how could he do it? watch you fall and carry on shooting what is broken in his heart? tearing your body apart to fill some sick need of his ELEVEN times he made the choice to kill you decided you must die I cannot even begin to try and fathom why I must bow my head in shame before your spirit and the rest of your kind utter shame, and disgust with my own I must beg you for forgiveness and more kindness than you and all the animals are shown I must try to find words to voice this wrong to break the good people’s hearts so they can feel your pain and stop looking away so they can hear the cries rising up from the Earth from the beasts we are murdering and torturing for pleasure and fun for food for we...

Canned Lion

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I am with you    in your cage       lying on the cold cement floor wondering what the hell it is all for   staring out through the bars       seeing the sunlight  but not feeling the warmth inside   soul weighted down     by another’s will        for our lives Image credit: CACH never to live as we should have    never roaming wild as we would have so much inside to be desperately need to roar out      to cry        FREE   until it’s the end    disorientated      drugged tossed out into a pretend-wild     we wait cannot escape        until a shot shatters our body             and we split   I lie gasping ...