I so feel for them

An Arctic Bear lies
shot threw
and your bow, is held high
your evil is personified
as that arrow it did fly
it took with it that grotesque
that dark distressing veil
that came directly from your heart
a predestined trail

that handsome beast a wild soul
who wouldn’t have harmed you, he
was shot down in the coldest blood
and you who can you be
to take out one so special
for your rotten TV show
nothing about it is special
and this you have to know

the world detests your arrogance
so many here believe
you now surpass the red necks
in what you do achieve
you are a honest insult
to women who should show
compassion to all living souls
wherever they may go

instead you talk with ignorance
a surly attitude
more like the hunter low life
in their sad aura stewed
tarnished by their avid disregard
for all the souls
that live with nature’s freedoms
in their own respective roles

I hate what you are doing
and I have told you this before
you have sunk into an abyss
for you openly abhor
the wild souls their existence
you were not put here to take
to rape them with your weaponry
their short lives for your sake

to satisfy the ratings
of perverts who would be
glued up to your rantings
in their living rooms no plea
is accepted from those infidels
for what you do is wrong
a women shouldn’t be in your shoes
its not where they belong

but you forcefully go out there
bravely your desire
is to pit your wits
against them
but the unfairness
its so dire
up against your weaponry
they do not stand a chance
any one with a ounce of sense
can see this at a glance

whatever was your idea
however you felt you looked
I can confirm it makes me squirm
and I will not be hooked
to watch the parade of victims
who lay beside you, they
are far above you truthfully
and you are going to pay

a price for all this murder
for its murder and each one
you cut down with your rifle
or your bow under the sun
their souls are ganging up on you
and karma can create
such horror and such terror
and such acts invalidate

and then you will be on your own
to the mercy of the light
then you will have to live with that
and sweat it out each night
the mind plays tricks
and the shadows can offer up
so much
one has to really feel for you
for you are, so far out of touch

reality is not the show
it isn’t what you do
may be you thought it was wonderful
to create a character who
went around just slaughtering
the earthlings from the plain
but in honesty it was terrible
for they can’t come back again

you ended their existence
you stole their freedom, you
intoxicated by ego
and tasting the red neck stew
that enveloped all your being
and sent you somewhere you
imagined was your paradise
but it wasn’t…..that’s my view