The vultures

Every single creature
Has its place in life
An integral recognition
A presence and the strife
That we cause to these beings
Their potentiality
Their positive contribution
And their essence actually

They have a genuine standing
They are grounded and are sound
Enduring such a value
And many do abound
Our eyes may miss their beauty
Their emblem is their worth
Harbingers of destruction
Often seen upon the earth

Their place is clearly needed
Out on the wild plain
Where death can come to many
And where disease can be a bane
Upon our real existence
The dustbin men they be
Their outwardness is special
Its there place to be

Often clearing up the spoils
Of hunters who shoot high
For them its the adrenaline rush
The fact that live souls die
And fall somewhere to perish
To die in torturous pain
He has fired his lead balls
Everywhere
With his violence and disdain

And the vultures come to clear up
And the lead balls and the dust
Turned into many fragments
Which fills me with disgust
They are not just violent murderers
But selfish through and though
And actually bloody arrogant
And tight fisted too

Using lead a toxic metal
That burst into a dust
And leaves its latent terror
Despite the evil thrust
The lasting toxic death threats
To anyone around
Within the victims body
And scattered on the ground

Its the thoughtless heartless
Monsters
That have eyes but fail to see
They have their powerful shot guns
Licensed to kill they be
But visionaries never
They are thick as thick for they
Are killing many collaterally
Every single day

And long after the victim falls
It rots maybe and leaves
Lead polluting river streams
And really who achieves
Poisoning its killing the countryside
Around
And its because the toffs go shooting
That few now make a sound

The Royals and all the hangers on
The pheasants and the game
The partridges the good old grouse
Yes the very same
The shooters killing pigeons
Ridding our countryside
Of wild birds and delivering
Their toxins though denied

There is tungsten and steel bullets
But they cost a pint of beer
More and so they go around
And use the lead the fear
Is not there’s they just go somewhere
Where possibly children play
And shoot their vile lead pellets
And forget where they may lay

Hunters so called murdering scum
Are polluters and heartless fools
If you live in the countryside
You hear them and it appals
And out there in the wilderness too
Vultures the precious boys
Are being poisoned all the time
Their haggle and their noise

Is missing around the carrion
The undertakers who
Waste nothing they eat maggots
And diseases through and through
Their gut acid so powerful
But lead shot does them in
And its not just vultures
Its swans and ducks and life
We cannot win

The argument in Britain because the toffs
Hunt game
The rich and the powerful lawmakers
And the government by name
Whether its in the Cotswolds
Of in Hertfordshire we hear
The shot guns working overtime
At this time of the year

And in Africa and India
And places far away
Of course its happening everywhere
But we all should have a say
Where we walk our dogs and our children play
On bridle paths we hear
These would be James bond look alike’s
Spreading lead and fear

Every created soul has its place
And, taking them out
Is arrogance and ignorance
And selfishness the doubt
Coming from the rich its true
Contempt for Natural law
That most of them don’t care about
And the others are not sure

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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