Masters of cowardice

Look at them see them for what they just are
Such craven spirits shirkers who star
In their own made up world of agony for
The victims they hunt for within their own core
Is a great yellow streak, careless and unwise
With no heart or stomach they see others demise
As the thrill of the hunt its the great rush they feel
Their utter vulgarity their tasteless appeal

They are underbred idiots obtrusive and loud
With their rifles they never are part of the crowd
They hide in the shadows and ambush their prey
Or with telescopic lenses they crouch far away
Pull on the trigger and watch a great soul
Crash into the ground and create its own hole

A master of cowardice the Great beasts lament
A bullet an arrow is violently sent
Crashing through live flesh crushing the bone
And there in the shadows standing alone
A hunter the great conservationist who
Is destroying our countryside that is my view

And the view of so many these vile human threats
Thankless and grudging all hedging their bets
Pitiless fools with terrible debts
To us all, to all earthlings, who live here and die
Their implacability really is why

Lets award them the master of cowardice and hope
That within themselves they take up the rope
And swing by their own necks until they turn blue
So Malignant and vindictive and resentful too

There is nothing positive in the lament
Of slaughtering animals all heaven sent
Created to be where they are in this world
Not in some maelstrom where hunters are hurled
They are the negative evil around
In their own blood we wish they were drowned
Ill conditioned and hostile the truest outrage
Such savagery really so far off the page