I was born to be wild . . . not penned up in a zoo, not meant to be cooped up to fuel the pleasure of you. I was born to roam free with my babes and friends, exploring the world until my life bends or ends. I was born to attack when the need doth arise-- protecting my own under wide open skies. My name is Zambia, I was meant to be free-- not in a concrete jungle for your sickening glee. I am the "King" of my kind with the need to stalk prey, need to challenge the mind-- teach the Pride to sashay. I protect the Pride's young, sacrifice self when I must, overlooking our freedom midst the just and the unjust. We need plenty of cover and much space for the chase; keeping preying skills shining helps the "King" to save face. We need dedicated parkland away from people and towns to preserve our heritage and prevent dying down. People are impeding all the places we have lived, making them uninhabitable-- many Prides are deprived. Our prey must be large and live where we live, so hunting skills can excel as our cubs learn and thrive. Preservation is the need, hunting is the skill, teaching craft to our cubs is our protection still. When humans move in, settling within our homeland, they take away our freedom-- bidding extinction take its stand. I cannot be a "King" midst my homeland and Pride if we are dying out 'cause there is no place to hide. There is very little thought given to our lifestyle and what it takes to survive for e'en a little while. When we have no place to go to live the life we must, the old life we must retain-- or we will all return to dust. This is my heartfelt plea to all of you who care, "Please return our homeland undisturbed by human fare!"
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