Trophies shot down in cold blood ( lament for the Yellowstone wolves

Snarmy git
your rifle
and an eye full
of your aura
those poor souls
lost to the world
and all of us made poorer
by you
you called the hunter
crouching with your poxy smile
4 bullets to the mindful ones
now you can reconcile
all that to true creation
those wolves have left behind
family who must suffer
family who will find
such grief
such awesome melancholia
and that beggars belief
how one sad guy can do this
with a rifle in his hand
and how the world will miss them
which you don’t understand

nobody will miss you
for the carnage you devise
the ugliness the evilness
most now do despise
what you have done
is diabolical
you are a waste of space
and however which way we look at it
the bloody human race
if it held you in high esteem
it will certainly
evolve
to be complex that’s for certain
the curtain
drops upon
its purely very wasteful
of life force thats now gone
let’s bring to life and maintain it
and let’s always be on guard
the innocent are cut down
and every single shard
really torn to pieces
by the order of the day
that’s when all life force ceases
and the innocent then pay