WHo is making a killing?

Driven grouse moors
Its a hell of thing
A lucrative sport
Where the shooter is king
It cuts across nature
In so many ways
But it’s arrogance really
With proof that it pays

Outside of our homes
We have great countryside
Which is blessed with wild life
Which is often denied
There is balance a fore thought
It all falls in place
If you live and let live
At a sensible pace

Where there is money
And profits to earn
Mankindfinds ways
Really to turn
Nature around sometimes
For his own good
And alas there are victims
Which is not understood

Hen Harriers, Hares
Golden Eagles as well
All sorts of excuses
Too many to tell
Bring on the victims
Like the Mountain Hare
And Create an imbalance
That many don’t share

LOuping Ill is a virus
Primarily on Sheep
But can affect grouse too
A reason to weep
If you own a grouse moor
Or you happen to be
A hunter who likes to shoot Hares
Regularly

Half go to looping ill
Forty per cent
For sport it’s called sport
And some seem content
To accept it as fun
To slaughter wild folk
And ten percent for forestry
NO it’s no joke

Thousands of Mountains Hares
Are shot or snared
These are beautiful creatures
And they ought to be spared
They go in the larder
Despite the ticks they
Carry no sorry
You can’t get away

With these kinds of stories
For what I now see
Is the Hares are the victims
The grouse too they be
Victims and why is this
So we can make
Money, it’s funny
No give and all take

A PR disaster
For Scotland the brave
Blood sports are wrong
In my eyes we should save
All wildlife it’s special
BUt the Hunter man
Is out there with money
Though I am not your fan

Wood mice and voles carry diseases too
But the Hare gets the blame
And the shots ring out true
There are arguments both ways
On whether it’s right
Arrogance wins every time
And the light

Is going out rapidly
All over the place
Killing our wild life
We should all face
The prospect that life is sacred to all
And because some make money
Others have to fall

BAlmoral Estate even
Earlier on
The hares took a battering there too
Gone
Hundreds and hundreds
On rich souls plates
We are over zealous
With blood thirsty traits

Life is so special
That thread is unique
Life force miraculous
Why do some seek
To slaughter and end life
For sport it’s a sin
It’s not being mindful
And there is such a din

In the mind of the wild ones
Who suffer and fall
They did nothing wrong it was creations call
For some are above all that
Some have their sport
And some want their profit
That’s their only thought

No give and take not any more
No regard for the wild life
Outside our door
Whether foxes or badgers
Or beavers or deer
Or red grouse or Mountain Hares
To me it’s clear

Arrogance!
Ignorance of other lives
The wildness of Nature
And how it survives
With man un kind out there
Feathering his nest
Making his killing
Creating unrest

For those of us who
Love all wild life and need
To leave it alone and let them succeed
They have family lives
And we need to believe
They should have rights too
Then we shall achieve

Some respect for creation
And what it is doing
What it’s created
For out there is brewing
A startling battle
That really does send
A terrible message
That there will be no end

They are a race apart
With feelings too
With some emotions
Out there it rings true
We can murder and slaughter
Those that can afford
To have blood on their hands
As their only reward

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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