I have only tears for your arrogance which has engulfed you

Look at her as proud as punch
camouflaged all the gear
the butterfly of hunters
feminine on fear
staring through the sights
a gentle eye and beating heart
and staring back an animal
trying to impart
its energy its value
for she the maiden who
has the power to slaughter
with one finger she can do
anything she wants
can bring a bear to heel
can cut down the great majestic Lion
or an Elephant will reel
for she knows where to plant
a bullet
that will rip, into
the savageness, the vital part
and exactly what it will do

she feels exonerated for the malice
she creates
for she’s a TV presenter
securing vital dates
inspiring other psycopaths
to leave their homes and try
to go into the forest
and quietly softly lie
hidden in the undergrowth
ready to unleash
a bullet aimed to kill
whatever that is now her niche

and look at her she’s beautiful
she thinks she is, and she
holds herself and feels inside
herself that she can be
able to draw anybody’s attention
anyway
she has the power of television
and what else can one say

her ego is a stumbling block
the internet maybe
attracts the negative responses
from her bursts of insanity
perhaps intoxicated by the freedom
she enjoyed
by the stupid men around her
she kind of got all buoyed
up with their attention
she felt she was the queen
and anything she did out in the forest
however obscene

would be brushed aside in fact
because of who she was
dressed up in her camouflage
and really just because
she had her sights on killing
and anyone who knew
the power now in her fingertips
would probably take the view

she was someone not to argue with
to look at and agree
to feel some sick euphoria
around her tragically
this might has gone to her head
and her passion for the cause
brought her to the internet
where she didn’t even pause

forgoing her femininity
and entering the realm
of masculine involvement
now she was at the helm
she drew respect from the hunters
and the ammo suppliers too
she’d made it in her new found world
she was au fait she could do

anything she wanted
in that blinkered world where she
operated everyone bowed down to her
the key
was she felt so inflated
so special in their eyes
a siren now commanding
any sort of prize

but then she started posing
behind the vanquished brood
the majestic Lion
the lofty Bear
and to some it appeared lewd
a women, yes a mother
the maternal feminine
was engrossed in blood and gore and snot
as the vilest masculine

I am a man and a vegan
and I love what women are
I love their innate tenderness
the quality I share
their heartfelt love of nature
the catalyst for life
their final equilibrium
escaping from the strife

I love the honest caring
their nursing ways and I
am thankful for their energy
and that bond under the sky
a women is the jewel that shines
beyond the stormy night
and to feel her and to see her
really in the filthy light

proclaiming she is there
to kill, to slaughter and to maim
to take a man made rifle
and feel that it is game
to go out and exploit them
the voiceless, who won’t cry
who see the pretty face
and watch the pretty eye

who stare into the furnace
who suckle at the breast
who feel the femininity
and know it is the best
and then are cut to ribbons
by the malice of a heart
polluted by the evil
that the hunters did impart

that turned the true angelic
into a hellish low
that broke into the gracefulness
and somehow did bestow
an evil and a weirdness
and a warped sense that to be
anything in this world
masculinity

is the key to an understanding
to an equalness how wrong
can anyone be actually
for really all along
the firery beast is nothing
to the petals on a flower
to the delicate sway of a butterfly
that dances on the hour

the path into insanity
from ego through to where
this sad soul now is hanging
on a thread into despair
she has let down her species
with her avid claim to fame
a mother who would slaughter
another does in flame

my heart. my soul, to such an extent
I cannot believe my eyes
that such a women would do this
and, not realise
what she has just thrown away
that pity and that love
and has rendered herself immoral
and unseeing of the dove

in essence I have many tears
that fill my eyes right now
yes I’m a man but the sweet plan
in me was to bow
before the goddess and proclaim
my love for her for she
maintained the form so pure and warm
which is what was mean’t to be

and this slur and this deviant
demonstrates and divides
dangerously devoted in darkness
she derides
those feminine around her
her species afterall
she knocks them many knotches down
which drives me up the wall