To be fair
all these faces
many look strained
all these precious Bears
their life forces drained
from them
many of them
marauders like these
canned hunting morons
who hide in the trees
lay baits and wait
to ambush and try
to torture and on this vile
practice get high
they pay through the nose
to a vampirish creep
who provides the where for all
and who is deep
in the mire of confusion
also selling his soul
for the dollars he earns
and feels are his goal
the Black Bears
have died
in what was easy meat
they had no where to run
they were penned in
and beat
in hell man will burn
to a crisp that’s for sure
a factor none of them dare
to ignore
bullets and arrows
the weaponry used
spreading the fear
they become the abused
too now that is clear
guns ammunition
the canned hunting crowd
everyone suffers
no one is proud
of themselves in the end
they are sick from it all
and the message they send
to their loved ones
on call
is negative their faces show
sadness and ugliness
which is going to grow
the bears they were sacrificed
that was the shame
everyone there
must take up the blame
that party of men
will suffer inside
they are cruel every fool
who has not denied
what they did what they do
will remain
all life through
I feel for the Bears
I feel for them so
paraded about
in the death throw
lost to the world
tragically killed
so a few lousy trolls
feel they were fulfilled
what a waste of creation
such intricate souls
cut down in a hail
by the out of controls