Stop hunting wild fowl

Thats the problem truth
Where does it sit in meat production
People they get sicked inside
a kind of sick reduction
Speciesism is rampant
Cruelty and Pain
Every being on this earth
Sings from the same refrain
Who are we to slaughter some
and eat them who do we
Believe that we can pick and choose
and do it now daily
The rat no we won’t eat the rat
But experiments okay
We don’t care how you kill it
We hate them anyway
Cows and Pigs and Sheep and Goats
Ducks and Turkeys we
Guinea Fowl and Capons
Most birds that are free
Like Pigeon, Grouse and Partridge
all thats fair game, you see
Each one is an earthling
with thoughts, we loves that dreams
Each one an individual
That thinks and that redeems
and wanders in the moment
Till a bullet hits it hard
And down it comes a ‘spiralling
And the wild soul map is scarred
By this most unfortunate killing
Unnecessary and wrong
He who flies the summer skies
Won’t be there very long