Robert Borsak one of a number of hunters worldwide

A man from New South Wales
He is from Australia
The shooters and fishers Party
In which he
Represents those hunters
And those fishermen
Who travel around the world
And sail the sea

His sport or pastime
When he isn’t serving
Is hunting, big game hunting
Far away
Recently he spent some time in Africa
And famously killed an Elephant
That day

He became a hero in Zimbabwe
He helped the subsistence farmers
To survive
As man spreads out and reduces
The wild souls habitat
Conflicts do develop
As Both sides strive

To work the area and to all be able
To live and eat and do it as before
Before man came to farm in the wild country
And push the wild folk back
Or just ignore

This is man unkind who develops reasons
To exchange the wild for villagers where they
Can push and really keep pushing the boundaries
Until there is no place left
Which is the way

The Elephants feel no doubt they do
For creation put them there
And our great mother has integrity
And is so aware

Of the space and the environment
But our agenda does
Fly in the face of creation
For man creates his buzz

On age old paths he plonks his farms
And expects the wild souls to
Respect his lousy judgement
And not try to walk through
Instinctive energy over many aeons
Tells us they
Cant just change over night
Whatever people say
Habitat loss is killing
Not just Elephants but all
The Creatures put on planet earth
And the lord god made them all

No!I am not a christian
But I remember the hymns At school
All things wise and wonderful
The lord god made them all
Man though has forgotten
His old philosophy
if you like
That instinctive stuff
Its old hat and it be

Consigned to dusty tomes somewhere
The new idea is to
Go into the forests
And destroy them and that we do
Millions of souls then perish
From ant to lizard size
And elephants and big cats
And we realise

When its too late we’ve killed our goose
That laid the golden eggs
We have ate the eggs we have ate the goose
And now on our last legs
We start killing even bigger souls
Destroying habitat
Building houses losing top soils
What do you think of that

Well thats what humans need in life
A forest dwelling site
A vista in the mountains
Or by the ocean bright
And the animals are superfluous
They have to go away
Or we need the great white hunters
To come to us and say

We are your new saviours
We hunt those beasts and kill
And you can transgress further
And their blood we can spill
And you can eat their precious flesh
And wear their fashionable skin
And we psychopaths can strut our stuff
Committing every sin

Supported by the gun lobbies
The canned farmers who make
Millions breeding lions and tigers
For their bones to make the cake
To keep the traditional Chinese quacks
Earning ren min bi
And the rhino’s can be hacked to death
For all eternity

And many come to muster
One Robert Borsak who
steps up to the plate
To do what he must do
Help the struggling farmers
And kill those rogues who try
And trample on the sorghum or the bananas
They must die!

They are big of course
They are heavy
And they walk on Gods earth
They have their internal maps
And for them that is their worth
But of course we have changed the goal posts
We have transgressed and now we
Own the bloody forest and every sodding tree
Every field and everywhere
Its us now who decides
Who walks there and who eats there
And basically who rides

Our motor cars storm through the land
Civilization rocks
Villages they just spring up
Ancient paths and shocks
Coming for the wild souls
For they must go away
Anywhere but where they live and were put
On their creation day

And the hunter men and women
Almost everywhere
Stepped out of the forest
To cast away despair
Fired up with emotion
For the great work that they do
Creating the new foundation
And making it happen too

Shooting the precious Elephants
In tune with the CITES teams
Filling the guts of the farmers
Creating exciting dreams
Increasing their own adrenaline
And their trophies on their walls
And as for the animals rights brigade
They are a bunch of fools

Protesting about the animals
They are not even sentient souls
If they all die out so bloody what
All the midnight strolls
Are safe no one will be eaten
The land is safe and we
Can all enjoy the fruits of the labour
Where ever, we be

So these bands of super heroes
With money in their purse
Can support the canned hunt farmers
There is much much worse
They can kill all these rogue elephants
The lions and tigers too
The rhino’s and the tall giraffes
I know but it is true

Anything thats living
That isn’t known as man
Can be lost and consigned to picture books
That may be the plan
For me I am an activist
Who senses what they do
In my life time so many souls
Have perished we just threw
Many many many lives just tossed them away
We ate their flesh we wore their skins
We made all of them pay

And there isn’t any let up
No not any more the super hero’s
Are out there, killing yes for sure
Gaining all their permits
Through corruption maybe so
But going on their killing sprees
All part of the show

I do not attack hunters i mean hunters per se
But I believe that they are delusional
And arrogant
And shot away
Ignorant of the environment
And of the biosphere
They should talk to the indigenous
And then it would be clear

This earth this precious planet
Was created for us all
Every insect every tree
Every soul can call
On our great shared mother
To answer for the crime
Of human intervention
The purpose of my rhyme

Yes I stand against you
For there is no justification
For killing any animal
Creating an occupation
That raises those wild animals in farms so they can be
Humanised and then shot down in cold blood
I can see
The corruption and the evil
As it spreads across the land
I am no fan of what you do
Which I hope you understand