Africa's red sun

Words: Jim McIntosh
Music: Vin Gallo.

Africa's red sun is crying,
As its blood seeps out around.
Its wildlife is dying
As man spreads across the ground.
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A hunter pulls the trigger,
At a lion's roaring sound,
A once majestic tawny beast is
Struck by that killing round.
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Africa's red sun is crying,
As its blood drips on the ground.
The symbol of all that was proud and strong,
Now nowhere to be found.
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A poacher drugs a rhino.
Can you hear that dreadful sound?
The chainsaw roars, into its skull it bores:
Another horn is China bound.
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Africa's red sun is crying,
As its blood flows on the ground,
As its mother dies, the baby cries:
Another elephant brought down.
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A herder poisons a carcass,
Leaves it lying on the ground.
Very soon, the grass is strewn,
Dead wildlife all around.
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Africa's red sun is crying,
As its blood floods o'er the ground.
When will we find the place and time,
To share Nature's playground?