Conservation

Some hunters use the word
To justify now what they do
They talk up conservation
But they do not have a clue
What they do stemmed from the past
When people long ago
Were basically hunter gatherers
Supplemented with what they did grow

When then there was much more wilderness
It wasn’t such a terrible plan
To go and catch an animal
Then an early man
was much lesser
Compared to the animals
But now with the rapid fire
With sophisticated weaponry
The stakes are never higher

There were lots more wild animals
And fewer men who would try
and kill them
With their arrows
So very few would die
But now the so called wilderness is smaller and the men much Larger so in number
More sophistication than then

And so why carry on killing them
It is just not fair
Much less wilderness around
why then
Should they share
So much of the forests with us who live away
From all the various happenings
Just along the way

As for conservation the opposite is true
The balance is managed by Nature
She knows what to do
As for the ignorant hunters
Who shop as most now view
the freezer section of the superstore
And chew on the factory farmed cadavers
Dont give me that infernal shit
Because it isn’t true

And I bet they are into raw foods
So why not eat the meat
raw
There at the place of kill
Thats where you should eat
The hunted meat of wild ones
They way the wild ones would
You are a bunch of lying bastards
Who never ever could

You have to have your ketchup
Your mustard and the rest
Your tastebuds shot away for ever
Hunters are not blessed
They are hated by the forest
Hated by us all
Detested by the animals
In summer and in fall

The inner soul is far removed
From those who steal the meat
From the animal who preferred to live
Carnivores do cheat
The animals and themselves
The environment as well
They turn a thing of beauty
Into a thing from hell
For a stomach to digest another stomach
Was that ever mean’t
If you saw the chemicals fed to them
None at all no one were heaven sent
Some made the animals grow like hell
Others weakened their bones
And to think we cook and eat them
And put on stones and stones

Cancer riddles the bodies
Of those who consume meat
The cow knows how to get her own back
For her it is a treat
So eat away dear carnivores
And of course dear hunting man
Enjoy it whilst its lasting
Because the long term plan

Is you have a shortened version
Death with his sickle will come
And remind you the souls whose lives were lost
You will hear the beat of their drum
You will smell the breath and the blood they lost
By then too late to cry
Hunter man I am no fan
And you know the reason why