Those who pose with dead hunted victims

Unthinking, unconscious
inconsideration
unimaginable pain
to the whole wild wolf
Nation

hunting and shooting
and bringing them down
where they were born
as in their blood they drown

just imagine those tears
just imagine that fright
its too much to take in
you might try to fight

the power of your jaws
you might choose to rest
but whatever you choose
you will work out what’s best

the reason for man
that brute he will come
an arse with no heart
and goddess there’s some

they pose with an earthling
that clearly was pained
blood leaks
the agony
as he was chained

by the absence of thought
by an absence of care
having, little compassion
being, unaware

in an off handed way
hunting to kill
with a gun and with bullets
of course that will instil

with all of its memories
and all of its heart
Goddess the love it tried
to impart

and as it lay dying
racked with such woe
he gutted that creature
somehow to show

his power and his evil
his mindless intent
to a soul that had lain there
until it was spent

it had suffered so much
it was ready to go
but the lout with the gun
did slowly bestow

a blade in its abdomen
with its eyes open wide
and basically
ran it around its inside

as it faded away
and its soul leapt to fly
to the great rainbow bridge
in the bluest of sky