Eviction

I want you to imagine something
Your feral roots are deep
You live there in the mother earth
It’s where your children sleep
You have always been a dweller
In the land and know the score
The terrier men and the hunters
Can be knocking on your door

Freedom that’s your birth right
Emancipation seems
Far away from reality
Only perhaps in dreams
But the earth holds such a bounty
And the mud and clay where you
Have made your home is set fast
It’s warm and good and true

You are free born and you are free bred
Footloose go as you please
Boundaries you have none of them
Your home amongst the trees
Has always been the answer
But of course the man breed are
Abusing their station
It’s there obligation
To murder and to scar

Untrammelled and unshackled
And independent soul
Free to roam the hedgerows
Always in control
It’s where you raise your family
And with your vixen lie
It’s where your cubs are learning
To live and to apply

The wisdom of the feral ones
The instinct and the fight
We have to know the terrier men
Are out there in the night
We have to feel their presence
We hear the yapping cries
The hunting men are coming
And we maybe their prize

We have to feed our family
For our love is like yours
We have no supermarkets
But we have a cause
To fulfil on our journey
To catch and feed so we
Like you can grow and represent
Our family sensitively

As adversity is out there
We are wily we are fast
We know that in the countryside
Our pedigree is cast
We are the scourge of the hunters
With their horses and their power
And the packs of hounds and the terriers
And we have to work out how

All of this can be achieved
For the terror of the chase
Of the terrible eviction
With blood all around the place
The bleakness and humiliation
Of being evicted by
The terrier men those rabid dogs
And we ask Anubis why

We all are from the same stock
Why is it dogs regress
And follow the evil of man unkind
With all his bitter stress
With his psychopathic tendencies
Why does the canine breed
Loyally follow the master
And watch a brother bleed

The misfortune of the feral souls
The catastrophe can come
The calamitous the ruinous
The beating of the drum
The digging out the flinty sparks
The sod is wet with clay
We have no place to run to
If they find us we are away

They pull us from our haven
And toss us in the air
Throw us to their hungry dogs
Whose rotten teeth they bare
The agony of watching ones wife
Torn into shreds
And the children torn to pieces
They pump minus their heads

And then it’s your turn
You are fodder in the hunters hand
Can you get the bite the bastard
Make him understand
Your bitterness your anger
At what these fiends have done
Exposed your family to their hell
And all of it for fun

Blood sports are an anathema
The countrymen do feel
They have the right to search us out
And of course we know it’s real
They are a bunch of heathens
Their notoriety
Held now in disfavour
As they ought to be

Ignoble and unworthy
Shabby squalid fools
Full of vile bravado
They make up their own rules
The effrontery of eviction
It’s a humiliating scene
Torn out of the earth are we
It’s really most obscene

It’s brazen and audacious
The end comes fast and we
Are always thinking about the fact
Of that sharp hostility
And that is why we love each other
More so everyday
We know the black clouds do approach
And we know we have to pay

We know men come to slaughter us
To chase us and to kill
That is why we are the way we are
And rarely are we still
The terrier men and the hunting lot
Are a race of illiterate sods
They need to feel the wrath themselves
Anubis and the gods

Are awake to these violations
And some due release
May come before too very long
When the fox and hare find peace
For they have the worst intentions
The gall and spiteful ness
The malignancy that’s present
How they seem obsessed

With killing us and ridding us
Of freedom that we feel
Maligning us with evil words
And doing it with zeal
Sherry swigging blackguards
Sinners to the cause
Up pitying un consoling
And not prepared to pause