Lovers and the dead Lioness

What amounts to deceptiveness

a beautiful Lioness

Shot by a hunter

His fiancee in tow

It wasn’t  a wild soul

a caged human managed

he a Hunting  outfitter

the bold one still warm

they were kissing

for they were in love with the murder

of wild souls a’ willing

to take this bright specimen

and shoot her to death

there was no necessity

it was all about arrogance

showing off sadly

and a female just died

obnoxious behaviour

Now  mangled inside

how proud are the couple

their trophy before them

their was no harmony

they went out shooting

their challenge that day

brazen and ignorant

Typical hunters

a spoil of their war

travailed in this way

a romantic kiss

they were taking the piss

not  a smidgeon of respect

For the lady they killed

she may have been a mother

or some ones  lover

All that they  saw was one drugged up

lass

staring at the sun when the bullet

smacked hard

they both felt the joy

Thats some joy I must tell you

its thankless and ghastly

no remorse not a shade

just a kiss on the lips

For  the  lovers

rejoicing their raptures

with the nectar that rips

into their mouths so sweet

an aesthetic moment

culturally special

murdering scumbags

Part of  the elite