From the day we arrive in Zimbabwe 
And blinking, step into the sun 
There’s more to hunt than can ever be hunted 
More to shoot than can ever be shot
 
There’s far too much to take in here 
More to kill than can ever be killed 
But the sun rolling high  
Through the sapphire sky 
Keeps hunter and hunted in the endless hunt
 
It’s the circle of life 
And it moves us all 
When a mare’s gotta eat 
Where else will she get her meat?
 
‘Till we find our place 
In the intestine winding 
In the circle 
The circle of life!
 
 
One year ago, a Minnesotan Dentist made himself a pariah by going to Zimbabwe, buying a hunting permit, and shooting an animal on a game reserve. A bunch of pretentious westerners who have never seen a lion in the wild bombard him with hate mail and call for him to be hanged. Seriously? It’s just a lion! The people of Zimbabwe didn’t even bat an eye when this happened, and are confused about why people are so upset about the death of a lion when human children die all the time.