Trappers and their evilness pure and simple)

My hatred for the trappers
spills off of many a page
a revulsion of their tactics
for me I cannot gauge
the nausea I manifest
the loathing of their act
their loveless is offensive
and their methods just distract
each picture tells a story
and no story is the same
each goes through such agony
for the trapper its some game
he lays his traps all over
covers them with disguise
then buggers off and leaves
them
to be his big surprise
I really cannot bring myself
to imagine how they feel
those innocent souls whilst wandering
and feeding know its real
concealed in some dark hollow
this steel trap springs to life
and cuts into their precious limbs
and causes untold strife

but does it cause them anger
apparently they seem
able to just calmly
hope perchance to dream
they don’t seem to be vindictive
their hearts prefer the woe
they may grimace they may cry inside
but that they do not show

they hallucinate and realise
that this is their last day
they struggle on regardless
some tear their limbs away
how wretched is that process
what goes on in their mind
as their hearts are broken
which clearly some we find
are
all that deception
it took their faith away
their silent affirmations
are unlikely now to pay

I see the various animals
stretched out on the ground
having gone through
agregious agony
and perhaps not made a sound
until the brave young hunter
comes by to see his kill
and dispatches the injured victim
with his boot for that extra thrill

for that sexual high he’s getting
for that evil grisly smirk
oh isn’t he a brave sod
and isn’t this great work
and wasn’t that a positive
thing that he just did
discounted all the suffering
and just lifted the lid

letting down humanity
and lifted the victim to
a level far above this creep
just, for what he did do
not one ounce of compassion
not a glimmer, nothing there
and no thought of the agony
that it had tried to share

already there were maggots
scything through the soul
many mouths already feeding
an ever widening hole
developing in the animals back
the trapper took his time
and allowed that added burden
and the pain level to climb

I sit here viewing pictures
of trapped souls who have been
killed by these contraptions
this ill gotten machine
its mechanism too vile for words
where do we put the blame
all I know is its reprehensible
and does inflame

me and lots of activists
who see these vile results
who hear the voiceless crying
and watch those dark insults
coming from the murderers
for that is all they be
grovelling in the gutter
for the the fur trade industry