Gorilla in the mist

In the CongoAnd in CameroonHunger for moneyViolence does consume Chased by huntersDeep into the hillsFirst, he hears shotsThen, he sees the kills Hiding, helplessHe sees both parents fallWith sign languageHe will tell them all Some say it's tastySome say it's a treatBut, in his eyesHe's an orphan of bushmeat His dark brown eyesFill with sadness and rageHe will spend his lifeLiving in a cage Teach the childrenAbout his fateIf we don't act  It will be too late