Canned a pastime for the psychopaths

Is there no end to this madness
That the ignorant enjoy
Calling it conservation
Such evils they employ

It’s got nothing to do with preservation
And there is no consent
And no consideration
For the lives that they have spent

Canned hunting is an evil practice
Contrived by strident fools
Who see a way of earning big bucks
And re writing our rules

Of, taking advantage
and, getting on side
Of the banksters and the gangsters
All there for the ride

And once again the animals
Are the target they are the game
We have stolen their habitat
Nothing Is the the same

Africa has capitulated
And let the rotters free
To take advantage of its wealth
Which is not how it should be

Destruction of the Natural World
Is a price too high to pay
It’s corporate insensibility
It’s making our children pay

the animals are sacrificed
To the psychopathic creed
To the so called extreme hunt cabal
The serial killing breed

The killjoys and the murderers
The gun lobbies and those who
Are killing off the planets species
And making money too

Devising their vile killing ground
And encouraging the insane
The narcissists and guilt laden
To go there and to drain

The life’s blood out of kings and queens
The jungles iconic souls
Pander to the pussy footing
Humanistic roles

Pat and hand feed carnivores
And then detain them where
Arses with their passes
Who really drive me spare

They shoot them for the trophy
Where ignorance is rife
Combined with fucking arrogance
The ugly and the strife

Governments are at it too
The bankster’s and the rest
Canned hunting is an anathema
That has to be redressed

Let’s stand up and be counted
Let’s tell these bastards they
Have exceeded all emotions
And fast approaching is the day

The day of course of reckoning
When such vile pastimes are
Banned out of existence
For they only now do scar

Everything we dreamed of
The perfection that we see
The earthlings of the animals clan
Being entirely free

To roam as was intended
Not locked up in some cage
And shot to death by the corporate gang
Which was off the page

Africa demands this
Our future children too
They demand that the natural world
Is not some awful zoo

Where money grabbing killers
Stalk the natural world
And take advantage of us all
In the maelstrom where we are hurled

This is not the future
Our future is to be
A heavenly safe and wonderful world
Where everyone is free