Hunter men

A beautiful Leopard
Enjoying its freedom
Aligned with its god
Independent as such
The low life bunters
Their dogs at their side
Shots ring out loudly
And all is denied

The leopard is panting
The shots clearly poor
Lying , the dogs biting
Hunters ignore
The evil thats present
The angst and the pain
The terrible shooting.
Again and again

Mortally injured
The dogs biting too
The leopard retaliates
WhAt can it do
Clearly in pain
With the dogs biting hard
And death coming fast
And no one to guard

The victim and allow it
To die in its own time
The rotten shooting
really no rhyme
Or reason to be there
Torturing so
Leave well alone
Let the poor leopard go

So many, so called hunters
They be
Hopeless at shooting
Their integrity
Causing such agony
Chagrin and remorse
Their rotten Performance
A matter of course

And Another wild Leopard
Is lost to us all
Lying distressed
Heavy laden its fall
From prominence lost
As the bullets hit home
Humiliated and no where to roam

Hunters to me they are lower Than ants
Ugly and troublesome
Harassing, their stance
Lower than low in the whole scheme of things
Shameful and skulking
Thats what it brings
A fading beauty
The hand of time
Ravaged and wrinkled
And not worth a dime

Then the heart ceases
The head it falls to
The ground
And the sound
Of the helping
Each hound
Tails wagging teeth gnashing
Thats what we see
And the hunter
Come close with his
Big machete