ingratitude the basic patterns
emanating here
the soul of man the hunter
his guiltiness
is clear
he has eyes
but he fails to see
he has ears
but alas
he cannot hear
a single cry
although there is
a mass
of tearful souls surrounding him
their eyes bloodshot as hell
a white Deer lies now motionless
nobody can tell
those hunters
all three individuals
arrogantly they now
smile into the camera
deaf now to the row
thats brewing in the forest glades
and in the ether too
amongst the chattering wild birds
who do what they must do
the family lost in arrogation
they believed that they
had the right to kill this Deer
and steal its life away
they believe that it was put there
just so they could kill
could aim their rifle at the soul
and its blood could spill
it had only been given life
so these vile sods could prey
on an innocent white Deer
before it ran away
their arrogance compounded
their immorality
clearly all unmindful
of our basic sympathy
and there it lies its snowy white
reflection in the eyes
of one so old and one so young
nothing mystifies
these hunter types
just killers
thoughtless nasty fools
assassins without conscience
the predator that drools
such stench now comes from deep within
as scurrilous as can be
as sullen as the day is long
an affront to dignity
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.