It just gets worse and worse
each day the psychopaths
just make them pay
the wild souls never stood a chance
they did lead them a merry dance
trophy hunters are just louts
cowardly shits whose money flouts
all decency we ever had
to go and slaughter them is bad
smiling as they seemingly
pose their happiness we see
their judgement shot away for sure
their love of death and blood and gore
these two dead souls mother and daughter
came to drink some cooling water
and were shot down in cold blood
they never stood a chance
a thud
was all they heard
and they were gone
a great sadness out upon
the leopards lair
for once again
money talks
their lives in vain
mother and daughter
took the force
hack their heads off
now of course stuff them
send them back to where
they will gaze
with such despair
on some wall for evermore
with countless stories
of blood and gore
The trophy hunters
are low life scum
not worth a second look
they come
across the sea to shoot and kill
the wild life
their rich blood to spill
I wish them nothing but
misery
for they are worthy of
no praise
what they did to captured souls
is nothing short of a malaise