Millie Jean the pet belonging to Samantha akin Davis

This gruesome of stories
This heinous of tales
ONE Samantha akin Davis
Followed some trails
Into the Artex Hills
Close to her place
Where Millie did wander
And sometimes would chase

Imagine that poor soul confronted
By those
terrible low life
Hog hunters which shows
They shot her and tore off her head
Such a sin
Tossing her onto the rail track
Her skin

Torn bruised and holed
By the evil display
Who could come to terms with this
No one
No way

These heartless vile bastards
Clearly they knew
The outcome of what they decided to do
And how it would impact the owner
If she
Found some of the pieces eventually

Now let’s get to thinking
How Samantha was she
Full of fear that is obvious
Where was Millie

She hadn’t come back
So undoubtedly was
In trouble somewhere
That was because

She always came back
Or she’d answer the call
But this day all was quiet
Nothing at all

So Samantha went off
To the hills for to see
With wheezer her other dog
And instantly

they found Millie Jean
Shot through and gone
Her head taken off
And all thrown upon

The rail tracks
What low life
What evil what shits
And poor Millie Jean
In so many bits

How can you take this in
How can you be
Able to imagine
When this you would see

When you realise some one
Did this and they
Shot her five times
And just went away

Back to their homes
Knowing what they had done
And they live with this evil
For them its just fun

It’s just sport
Dogs Hogs so what they say
Give them a hiding
And make them pay

These are fellow humans
They walk passed our door
Out in the street
There are more and more

With those kinds of ideas
Facebook gives space
To what some call hunters
But are a waste of space

A waste of good air
And clean water too
These are sick psycho’s
Who now ought to do

What they do to others
Be hunted until
All of these morons
Yes all of them everywhere
Their own blood they spill

Let them be eaten by wolf lion or bear
Till this world is rid of them
That is my prayer