Coyote pile

Rack them up the coyotes they
Lost their lives alas that day
These kids that’s really all they are
Their little souls straight away they scar

Completely innocent of karmic debt
Already though the clock is set
Coyote souls are valued by
The great Anubis who will apply

The coils of death the frailty
The egoism fraternity
For Their lack of conscience
And roguery
The sentence will come
rapidly

Clearly the parents
Have done them in
Look at the rifles
Sticks of sin
Able to cut down a running soul
Who thought they were in complete control

But were taken down from far away
The bullet bit and screwed
To stay
Cut short by agony of it all
And all that was left was just to fall

Face down in the mud
Each spluttered each went
To the Summer Land they were spent
First there was one and then there was two
Then others were lost
Who takes that view

Out of their bodies
They seem to be
As happy as sand boys actually

Parenting it’s just all there
It hits you even if you don’t care
Look at their rifles they cost a lot
And they are both decked out
So what they have got

Is a demented troll with a pile of dough
Who takes his kids to be part of the show
Kill and kill the coyote who
Did nothing bad to any of you

It’s probably fur
For the anorak trade
The collars the cuffs
Where margin is played
Off against profits
No thought for those who
Died in great agony
As most now do

Anubis the great god
As fierce as can be
Likes biting chunks
Out of those who feel free
To torment and torture
And slaughter his souls
Those who do this will suffer
For He loves to eat trolls

A bit at a time
Just a bit not a lot
So terrible torture
Is what you have got
To contend with
The blood loss
The shock and the pain
You can watch your whole life
Just go down the drain