Huntress

Recently the women
Pushed into the limelight by
The wave of patriarchal power
Dressed up to show a thigh
Of sexy silky camouflage
Holding a pink crossbow
And smiling at the camera
Everything on show

Propped up somewhere we can see
A kind of designer gun
Teeth like mini ivory’s
To show us what you have done
A marvellously handsome Elephant
With the stature of a god
Great tusks and such big beautiful eyes
Twisted and looking odd

His magnificence his nobility
His sublimity all there
Beaten down by this huntress
Who looks laden with despair
She looks so very painted up
Designer earrings she
Is wearing blood red lipstick
For out there now she be

Brightening up this sombre scene
In her patriarchal stance
A bimbo clad in totally unacceptable
No chance
And her foundation as thick as it can be
Covering all those pimples
Emanating from her qi
We observe that stone heart
And those dry eyes lacking empathy
You pulled that fucking trigger
And thats the tragedy
Not only for the elephant
But for womenkind
You allowed these bloody maniac men
To somehow make you blind
To all the wondrous beauty
And the naturalness around
And your unbelievable qualities
And you leave them in the ground

That glorious one did you no harm
You a catalyst of hope
And yet you took on man’s vile aura
Saying you could cope
But let me tell you huntress
What in fact you have done
Is allowed those manipulating men
To see you all undone

Your children broken hearted
And one day you will see
You will revisit what you have done
Stolen their liberty
Murdered a living animal
Who wanted so to be
Photographed perhaps with you
But alive and feeling free

You have astounded all of us
Creation took a hit
The miracle of the great design
You treated it like shit
You used a pink coloured rifle
And you shot the brave one through
One day my dear you will see yourself
As what you are and who

Cares who fucking cares who you are
You are less than nothing you
Killed a majestic elephant
Thats what you did do
They cut away its ivory
And flogged it to be sure
So you got your trophy
Its lying on the floor

You became a murderer on that poor souls day
You cut him down with your pink gun
And what do think that did say
About you about a women about the angelic breed
It told us you were smothered
By the patriarchal seed
They raised you to their shoulders
But reality shows us they
Were only after dragging you down
At the end of the day