Pitilessness

They cannot see you

they cannot smell you

they cannot harm you

they may be with their cubs

and far away

living out their natural lives

where they were put

in the wild their order

so to say

and looking at them

is some bloody hunter

a high powered rifle

squinting through the sights

watching as they feed

their youngsters

life for them is normal

one minute they are alive

next they bleed

a bullet slams into them

from this distance

the mother breathes her last

breath in this world

the cubs now have no mother

who can teach them

she’s dead a bloody trophy

she’s been hurled

the hunter he is

high fiving like some maniac

he’s killed a mother

and he feels just great

no pity no compassion

nothing in that brain dead head

no heart to speak of

just the ego

that is what I said

how fucking brave

he is

to have done this from far away

the mother didn’t know what had hit her

she only knew to pay

the debt, her life was over

one last look, at her cubs

she could now do nothing

for them

one of the saddest rubs

hunting and their followers

its what life is about

taking out the innocent

the trigger leaves no doubt

science has created

assassins who can kill

with their high powered rifles

that create that inner thrill

how I pray the male lion

is waiting in the bush

and will sacrifice his life to kill these bastards

at a push

bite their rotten heads off

scratch their eyes out and

leave their bodies for the vultures

and their bleached bones for the land