Giraffe kill ( another one)

Another 3 slags

to slag off

a virulence beyond

a noxiousness

a morbidity

and with this they

abscond

to a far off place called

Afrika

where canned hunters

strut their stuff

if you’ve got the readies

then hunting isn’t tough

its all laid on

the animals

are bred

to be killed, they

are patsies

set up

sold to bidders

to just be blown away

and these 3 shits

have cometh

bows and bolts in hand

having great big ego’s

but they couldn’t understand

the beauty of creation

the relation of it all

a creature of such stature

so beautiful

so tall

able to reach high trees

to enjoy the sweetest leaves

to be cut down with their arrows

and all that achieves

is a death

a great discovery

that a creature

can come down

with a smashing rumbling chortling cry

and in its own blood drown

choke and gasp and look around

as its felled and crumples fast

the blood spurts every which way

because the dye was cast

showing not one  hapeth of respect

for the dying soul

they all get up upon its back

for they have scored their goal

they went to sunny Africka

and murdered a sweet young  giraffe

they watched it gently feeding

it was probably a calf

not long on this planet

and cut down in its prime

thrust into the summerlands

long before its time

You murdering nasty rotters

you tasteless vile plague tarts

unworthy of being women

for you have wooden hearts

lamentable behaviour

for a photograph or two

blasted through the ether

is that all you can do

smile

I would be shitting my self

and be so ashamed

how women can transgress to this

oh yes girls you are blamed

and will be for the rest of your days

for karma is on your case

and you will suffer

immeasurably

for  you all are a disgrace