They're struggling at the water hole,
It's really getting rough,
Jackals nipping at the heels
Of the rhinoceros.
The ***** lie in the grass
Waiting for what's left,
But the water-line is dropping,
And the wild ones face the test.

The struggle spills into the street,
Into the houses of the weak,
Where it's getting stronger.
There's less light in the daytime,
The night's are getting longer;
If this is a Safari,
Do you think it's going well?
Or are we holding baskets
In the long line-up to hell?