Birthday killing

A wrongness is apparent
A misguidance I would say
A terrible misjudgement
Upon a child’s birthday
An unconsciousness in An untaught state
A party on a lair
Ensconced high on a platform
Their hot breath in the air

A 9 years old boys party
The idea to kill a bear
To lure it in a bin of beaver tails
To fill the air
With just what black bears dream about
Mixed up with doughnuts and sweet
Maple syrup believe it
And from their vantage seat

The 8 bears come a calling
The father a hunter man
With a hunting operation
And an outfitters his plan
Obviously to bloody up his boy
Give him the thrill of death

Of seeing a wild black bear
Come
Look up and fight for breath
Thats the kind of father that a monster boy would need
Someone who would step onto the wrong path
Which does lead
Onwards to a murderer of an innocent black bear
And I assume lots of poor Beavers who were also unaware

The ineptitude of a parent the senselessness of this
Where the hell is the mother How come she did miss
What is this unstable happening a truly monstrous tale
In my book this so called father should spend some time in jail
This is abuse if I ever I saw it,really this is it
To me its incomprehensible really where does it sit
In the caring of a youngster with so very far to go
Its baffles me that the law allows a nine year old to show
His wisdom by murdering a beautiful graceful bear
That hasn’t done them any harm and in fact is only there
Because They have now lured them there baited them
Wild bears
Who forage for all food they eat truthfully it scares
The living daylights out of me
How this perversion rules
And becomes a young child’s birthday gift
Who should profit from the ghouls

The children on this planet is this the guidance they
Should expect what happens next year and the next will he blow away
An elephant or mountain Lion whats to be the game
Who is really duping who
And who can take the shame
Creating all these victims
Families and friends who pine
Cubs and babies dying
In dens all down the line
The sentience they feel at odds
With death in our control
The wall of woe and plangency
Emblazoned on their soul