The great bear is dead

The great bear is dead
shot through the head
by a moron dressed to kill
who pulled the trigger
and took his prize
as little blood to spill

The great bear is dead
and we are led
to realise the pain
the loss of life was enormous
the reason so insane

it was just for a photograph
to sit in some dusty tome
an incarnation of excellence
wherever he did roam
but feeding on sweet berries
his favourite so to say
a shot rang out a bullet
flew
and finished him today

his relatives will mourn him
his great age and his worth
here was a generous creature
in love with god’s earth
who’d scratched his back on many a tree
and stole wild honey too
but now lay still whilst the hunter posed
for what else could he do

The great bear was dead
and this ass hole sits atop and smiles
a moment of excitement
and a soul dragged through the stiles
spilling out his memories
as each precious breath closed in
hunters are a bunch of evil
just cretins high on sin

I hope to goddess he gets it
a tree falls down and he
is crushed to death and broken
his cries, intolerably
waking up the litterers
that karma came and took
this bastard down to gutter hell
so the criminaly can look

can share his ugly torment
can throw their rubbish and
come and piss upon him
help him to understand
that he is even lower
than the bankers who brought down
companies and countries
and in the end did drown