The sirens are beginning to show us their faces

Words rarely do us justice
but other sirens seem
to be crawling from the media
trying to redeem
some credence for their actions
for trophy hunting seems
to clearly threaten our spirit
as Rebecca Francis screams
that she guarantees she loves
and respects the animals
respect and love fall sharply
to the ground
under the sun to me there is no
meaning to such sentences
reality creates ts own sick sound

I would implore all women
to look deep down in their being
for to murder any other soul
really must be unseeing
of how that other soul felt
to be murdered in this way
if this is love
then its lost its value
to me I have to say

aiming a man made rifle
and firing off 5 shots
and cutting down an angel
it just gives me no hots
for you or anyone like you
and I guess the Lion confirms
love so sorely given
the stomach it just turns

if this was love Rebecca
the love of sharing lead
of aiming to cut down a soul
and wild one that’s sweet head
was picking up your aura
was aware that you were there
with your sparkling eyes
and wondrous gaze
and golden locks of hair

such love for that living being
wrapped in splendour from the start
he so proud inside his environment
which he avidly did impart
a magic in his final emanation
your love he felt but tragically
he knew
there wasn’t going to be
any salvation
not for him and obviously not for you

those who dabble in the vile
destructive sad regimes
the poet can write copious notes
and really reams and reams
can analyse
can contemplate
what evil does exist
for love when used in this regard
is essentially to enlist

some extraneous thought
from those too blind to see
the thoughtlessness the vacuum
the infinite that be
you smile and kind of reconcile
in your sad mind that you
have performed an act of love
but that psychopathic stew
you call a mind has drowned you
your compassion has run dry
the salient side of what you’ve said
forgot the soul did die

The Lion had every reason
to be where it was that day
That Lion was where it had been placed
by the almighty, they
resonated with the Lion
unlike the trophies you
the arrogance of the joyous smile
that came out of the stew

your mind is warped and weary
its reasoning is lost
the world of hunting prowess
you know exacts a cost
you have lost the power to reason
who is knocking at the door
of sanity and mayhem
like they never have before

I suppose I do have sorrow
for that soul who happened by
as you came into your being
with that sick gleam in your eye
with that added malediction
the fiction of the day
5 shots you let off Rebecca
blowing him away

each bullet aimed entirely
to bite into his soul
each missed he kissed your aura
he felt all your control
another and another
sunk into him and he
was taken places
he felt your love
clearly it was key

the sirens are beginning
to show their faces they
Melissa and Rebecca
making the wild one’s pay
for love extends beyond the spirit
right out into the sky
and all these souls who have
lost their lives
they all just loved to die

by your hand that was it
that notion that it was you
a women not some crusty man
they just felt it too
that love that deep emotion
it was worth all the pain
one last look they gave you
knowing it was in vain