The Leopard left it’s mark

He is crying like some baby
7 guns at least
And only one wild Leopard
Hunted here, this handsome beast
7 trophy hunters
With guns propelling steel
The Leopard takes a bullet
Then charges
Yea How does that feel

His wild fangs into your chest
Penetrating fast
And in your gut
Yea the die was cast
Broke your arm and lacerated
Bruises everywhere
7 so called hunters
7 guns too, there

I hope that drives him crazy
And never leaves his mind
The Leopard’s dead and full of lead
His fangs how they did grind
Quickly down on the hunter
Who was in the right place
Shame it didn’t bite his head off
Or his ugly face
We must not feel sorry for them
Such criminality
They are cowards
Buying their way
Into infamy
Trophy hunting scumbags
Unsentimental creeps
All spiritless and heartless
Listen how he weeps
Awful and unfeeling
That leopard took a hit
Mortified by their arrogance
And galled by all their shit