A lioness cub morphed

The cubs in a den of lions, this world
eaten alive by mighty warriors, police
the lioness cry out in vain for the life of her cub.

Hearts formed rigid ice crystals stood by
as mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins,
aunts, uncles and friends wrangle in agony
at their loved one's lifeless body laid in the streets for hours.

F–ing animals they're called
Their peace turned injustice
In an instance shots fired
Cub down, shot dead in compliance.