Hunters and poachers
Are serial killers
Rifles and bow hunting, they
Go out into the animals habitat
And try to blow them away
Those, unhinged of them say
It’s conservation
Killing that is now their thing
Or culling them
For the politically correct
And feeding the locals that familiar ring
Shooting a Zebra or Buffalo or an Elephant
Or a Giraffe
This is a murderous pastime
It’s serious,so never laugh
It’s terrible that people want this
And take out the predators too
It’s Changing the earths equilibrium
That really, is what, they now do
Predation when shot means their dietary souls
Will increase
And changes will come
The grass will get shorter less saplings will grow
Less trees in the future less song birds you know
Everything’s different animals are
Never created to hunt and to scar
The forests diminish the river change course
It’s not conservation it’s murder by force