Posing in front of
all those dead bodies
happy as sand boys
the hunters those creeps
and all those sweet relatives
grieving
the hunters unloved and probably thinking
so what
they are just animals!
but they can’t see that animals care
and they share
and lets realise now,
this is some tragedy
the hunters theyre far gone
dead and unconscious
they lost all their feelings
when they killed their first soul
their karma is growing
the seeds they’ve been sowing
for all of the the lives that they’ve stole
sometimes I wonder when they lay their heads
do they think of the lives they have ended
the shed’s
full of the bodies
and the money accrued
will do none of them good
for they’re nasty and lewd
the universe sees to it
nobody will
earn a good fortune
if its blood that they spill