A Tribute to Cecil, the Lion / Poem

March 01, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

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

Intense pain you had to bear

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.


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