Hunter man I am no fan

The bodies of sweethearts
yes wolves have their sweethearts
all of them loved
but shot down in the raw
by humans who
we give a name to
Hunters,
we call them
and what do they do

they go out in the wilderness
feeling gun crazy
and shoot precious wild life
that’s what they do
then pose for a photo
cowards, nasty people
who love killing sweethearts
but don’t have a clue

about love, about rights
about caring for others
these shits all they know
is to kill, to ambush
and parade their dead bodies
out in the ether
no respect and no honour
they just want to push

this evil upon us
the coldest of warriors
live in the wild
born in the wilderness
children of nature
shot down in cold blood
oh so defiled

these brave bonding beautifuls
bloodied and broken
cut in their prime
and all done for fun
these arse oles of grief
can always remember
those souls remain
they will beggar belief

they will growl in the winds
and will roar in the sunshine
they will come out at night
their breath you will feel
these sweethearts were taken
from respective lovers
stolen in seconds
and that was so real

the pain and the grief
it will haunt you forever
and that price is higher
than ever you know
karma the balancer
it will be coming
and at a speed
faster than you now can know

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