Trophy hunting scumbags( I make no excuse for the title)

“We’re having a blast

the time of our life”

statements the hunters now make

canned hunting’s getting to grips

with the maniacs out there

who just want to take

out big game and get a guaranteed hit

on any soul they have in mind

Lions, Elephants, Hippo’s

Rhino’s Giraffe’s

anything they ever find

chase them by helicopter

shoot them and see

them stumble and fall

infinity

comes to those creatures

with a price on their head

paid to some farmer

who of course wants them dead

there’s money in bones

there’s money in skin

he can sell off the flesh

for him its win win

for the animals

it is a jaunt in the park

5 minutes of freedom

where the vile and dark

predator people

are lying in wait

for the time of their lives

that spells their victims fate

Canned hunters are mean

evil rich twerps who feel

big game are a target

that really is real

they may have been drugged

up

to make hunting seem

but its all about trophies

their amazing dream

of telling their mates

they shot some wild game

a Hippo, a Croc, a giraffe

and they claim

how excited they were

when the great mighty beast

was felled by their bullet

and its life force ceased

how it bled like a river

how it fell like a bolt

out of hell how it stumbled

how they got their result

it was worth all the money

that they had to pay

dead at their feet shaking away

as it left for its heaven

on their chosen day

160 or so, farms exist

Afrika should hang its head

for the mist

that descends on them all

from the killings we see

are Afrika’s shame

for it can never be

seen as a force for good

assassinations

of precious wild life

are a threat to all nations

a threat to us all

as we sink into the mire

as more earthlings die

engulfed in our fire