Hunter with a dead animal smaller than weapon he used to kill it

That contorted weevil
with the one that didn’t get away
a tiny little baby
who clearly had to pay
for the camouflage
and the gun that is much
bigger than his prey
a face that only a mother
could love I think today
there is no rhyme or reason
to cut be down in one’s prime
what is, surely an infant
it is sick and for all time
calling himself a hunter
he’s clearly misinformed
for he surely is a murderer
who should be chloroformed
for me to see such evil
and to pose beside it too
sickens me right to the core
what some people will do
this is a tiny baby
its little legs so small
imagine what it must have felt
there are no words at all
and this is what its coming too
just anything that makes
a move in your direction
the kraken it awakes
to gorge itself on babies
it slides out of the sea
and proudly sports its massive teeth
and splendid armoury