Hunting wild game

For me this is a difficult world
to think about
Its fraught with fear
when our shared wild life are
under great risk from a forced extinction
our very being
we readily now scar

every stretch of land
in every country
the planet’s being eaten up
by greed
and so to think that hunting
can be pleasure
is increasing in some quarters
and does lead

me into a quandary in my thinking
to go out and kill wild animals
is wrong
and it is arrogance personified
and to set it into motion
and be part of the actual hunting throng
its terribly short sighted and
quite tragic
and so I felt the need
to just express
my sadness and my absolute disappointment
as to why some want to create all this stress

the wild souls are now struggling
at this moment
the jungle kings their jungle being lost
every inch of countryside
is being re created
the human being really is the cost
to want to replace wild and natural landscapes
and manipulate and manage everything
canned hunting trophy hunting
its big business
there’s money to be made
now from the King

The Lion and many other species
offered
wild game safari’s blossom
and we see
the lurid world of paid assasinations
taking place around the world
they be
supplying victims to be shot by
hunters
by people wanting a sort of guarantee
they want to bag whatever not because they are clever
but its laid out in a package
and they be

amongst those people who believe
that killing
is right
whatever animal, they know
they pay the price and will then be presented
with what ever they can afford
its one big show

compassion that is just not on the menu
its x costs x and if you can afford
the price then you can kill just any animal
whatever a clean shot is your reward
senseless killing and for what
it really is insane
animals were created for a reason
and its wasn’t to be shot with such disdain

they have lives and they have families
and they have reasons
to be alive to share the wilds, for they
are not slaves to a system
they are not and never should be
we have no right to kill them if we pay

someone else who adopts the right
to be the one
who decides who dies and who lives
life is being unravelled in the sun
psycopathic tendencies attracted
to the scene
and profiting from the victims deaths
its absolutely mean
we have no right on this earth now
to feel that this can be right
its beyond the pail of reasoning
and all of this in spite
of the rapidly dwindling numbers
our children probably
will not be able to see
live souls wandering naturally

That conservatories and game parks
are out there seems to me
and that hunting is an all action break
and the perfect holiday
and that women even take it up
and slaughter as they do
creates in me a miasma
that cuts me into two

I can not for the life of me
understand now why
anyone would be happy
to see another die
to aim whatever. rifle or bow
and watch them in great pain
fall down heavily on their knees
just how can we gain

anything from such an act
its evil through and through
to end a life created by
someone other than you
some much higher authority
part of the biosphere
and we come along and we pay our cash
and present great shards of fear
we send it through the bushveld
to startle and to show
that man un kind and women un kind
have arrived and all best know

life can end whenever
the human doth decide
whatever they can pay for
nothing left can hide
its paid assasination
its entertainment for
the mindless uncaring thoughtless greedy
trolls most would ignore

I see this women seated
and this majestic Lion whose eyes
were recently observing life
I hear the many cries
the thunderous roar of others
whose hearts are broken too
and all because some women
misjudged what she should do
she murdered this magnificent Lion
and doesn’t she look just great
her victim looks so peaceful
one could say sedate
but what she’s done is murder
the King, and proves to me
that she is a heartless monster
and none of us are free