A shadow hangs across the earth
and darkens earthling’s lives
the rifles cocked
the bow has shocked the Moose The Deer
our knives
are out for wolves and coyotes
Wild Hogs Mink and Fox
a shadow permeates the forest glades
between the rocks
the hard place and just everywhere
our traps are hidden by
a bracken shrub
a violent scrub
that path into the why
we trap’we lure
there is no cure
for earthlings anymore
the wilderness is under stress
to be feral its a war
of attrition
and the mission of the hunter
and his creed
the canned the bloody trophy
and a target that will bleed
reared by man fed by man
cuddled as a child
and put into an enclosure
and expected to be wild
this is known as a dark force
this is man unkind
a heartless soulless brute
who pays the piper
to unwind
his vile his cruellest tendencies
his ugliness his strife
backed up by sharp shooters
who take another’s life
they photogrpaph
and cut the head the paws the skin, maybe
and import it as a trophy for their psychopath friends to see
once there was light now darkness
pervades
and all we see
and hear is earthlings crying out
begging to be free
of all this so called hunting
of all this so called pain
of all this so called torture
seemingly so invain
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.