The crime of Trapping

Man unkind is so cruel
with deception
in the backyard of the soul
he cuts and runs
its really such sharp practice
to leave a lure or snare
a truly vile contraption
in a run or just somewhere
that man unkind has identified
to be a place where he
can trap and kill this earthling
pretty easily

its, another, psychosis
to do with freedom, they
have it
and the trapper may be feels
he has no way
out of what restricts him
and a creature without a voice
roams about in their eyes
with every sort of choice

so to even up the equation
the trapper lays his bait
knowing full well the creature
will come his proven gait
is down this path the tracks
proved this
and so its going to show
if the trapper is trapped
within himself
then the wild boy has to know

what its like to be restricted
and have that inner pain
that gnaws away at one’s sinews
and causes untold strain
a totally warped mentality
exists within a man
who wants but cannot get whatever prize
and evokes this plan

wild animals seem powerless
there are few laws around
protection and detection
in red tape they are drowned
precedents and statutes
and legal jargon do
create a nigh on nebulous
field where few can now get through

Imagining the wild soul
its freedom in the pot
it was on its manor
a place it loves a lot
its where it knows its value
and this immensity
this vilest of contraptions
has proved what cruelty

can do to a wild animal
can cut it to its core
the pain and ongoing blood loss
and shock its very raw
it may not understand the reasons
all it knows now is
its life is slowly dwindling
its losing its unique fizz

but it is young and vibrant
why is it, it must die
perhaps these thoughts are evident
when one looks into its eye
a wolf perhaps a black bear
as resignation grows
its helplessness apparent
and inexorably it shows

if only it was possible
for the trapper to conclude
that his victim was conciliatory
in a state of solitude
if only his appealing eyes
might soften and create
a feeling of remorse within the trapper
then the fate

of both souls might be thus improved
the sadness is alas
that the trapper will wait many hours
and in a dark morass
thoughts drift in and out as consciousness
kind of ebbs and flows
and emotions conquer fears
that the blood loss does expose

death came very slowly
their pain, we share today
each was born with the same breath
that the mind just took away
one became the victim
but both were victims they
the trapper and the soul he trapped
both in time will pay