His title was the king of the jungle… beast of beasts…one of the big five
His robes a flowing grey adorned his back signifying his regal presence.
As was the case two hundred years before, the white hunter has come to these lands
Not for the beauty but for the kill.
He has come for the assumption that the taking of a life somehow makes you a stronger man.
With the pull of a trigger the hunter has hit his mark
As the sun falls down on the horizon of the African horizon the light reflects in the eyes of the dying king
An act of cowardice has dethroned the king.