On the day of the decision to officially allow open hunting season on lions to carry on for at least
Pats on the back for a job well done...
The conference parties take the floor
As species disappear one by one.
Their toothless convention, enforced by none.
They posture, coerce, collude then gather for
Pats on the back for a job well done.
Each day they eat after the setting sun.
Wined and dined for votes by the back door,
As species disappear one by one.
They cast their votes. "Keep killing lions for fun".
The trophy hunters celebrate. Cue more
Pats on the back for a job well done.
Compromise drafting to appease everyone.
More words to pay lip service and ignore,
As species disappear one by one.
They finish then, until their script's rerun,
And after decades of failure I abhor
Pats on the back for a job well done,
As species disappear one by one.
