Woe burn for those poor doomed deer

Humility is missing
From the consciousness of those
Responsible at Woburn
Their showiness suppose
A blatancy a shamelessness
An inverted snobbery
An attitude a hubris.
Entitled honourably

A tyranny of brashness
A brazen faced refrain
To offer stags for slaughter
And blood to fall like rain
The oresumption we wull understand
The order of each day
Where deer are bred
For life itself
And the idiots will pay

Thats the hunters and the consumers
Their audacity has lost
Momentum in the race ahead
At an enormous cost
To man and beast the impertinence
And the incivility
Associated with control
Of animals who be

Supposedly endearing
Gifted to be kind
With a freedom to be conscious
To an ever flowing mind
Now threatened with destruction
By the criminality
Who persecute the weaker tribes
With due barbarity

For a game park to be doing this
Shows an evildoer does
Represent the positive
And therefore gets a buzz
From seeing great stags
Shot to bits by unaccustomed slaves
Who havent even owned a gun
But are in league with the knaves