In the summer of 2015, Cecil, a beloved lion from Zimbabwe was killed by an American dentist named Walter Palmer. The world condemned this senseless act of cruelty and lots of things started to happen to protect these sacred beings. At the time of his death, Cecil was 13-years-old, he watched over two prides and was the heir to twelve cubs. I wrote this poem to pay homage to Cecil, the lion who inspired me to become an activist.
A Tribute to Cecil, the Lion
Beyond the Zimbabwe canopies
A sunny day across the plains
Mane flowing like a halo in the air
You were majestic, running free.
That day a hunter came for you
Who wanted your hide and your mane
He needed to feel like a man.
He needed to feel like a lord.
He used bait to lure you away
The arrow struck. You had to crawl
Injured, limping, lonesome
Far away from your two prides.
For forty hours you walked in pain
Crisp winter grass under your paws
Your golden coat stained with red
Wandering through the barren lands.
“Farewell my cubs, my lioness
Warm dusty African sunsets
Our magic dark glittery nights
It’s time to leave this savannah.”
A bullet struck; he took your life
The entire world heard your last roar
Within me a bellow grew
I am not the same
You made me strong.