The Day You Let the Lion Out

It was the trophy hunt that played you out In deafening degrees, This video-invention of yourself revealed – A theatrical display that formed the day, A message of power, the plug-and-play Of your most infamous hour There was no prelude, no tribal peace You ruled the jungle – you, the King Of all the living things Fools that they were, yet still they had the means To foil the brimming scheme So spectacular to its day – your grand Safari of ambition, ranger man The hunt was in your hands Taking cover in a stand you scoped the prey – the kill was underway Stalking from afar you teased them out And played them all for rubes – Accomplishing an arsenal without a clue You kept them in the dark, while you Enlightened your black heart And idly stoked your gleaming tools You sprang from your blind And moved in quick with claws extended – soon your lust for blood was ended Then time slowed down as lightning flash As you became the bullet to the glass Whose fragile peace was shattered in a rout The day you let the lion out –