The hunters illness arrogance and ignorance

Holier than thou
The typical hunter
And huntress now
The women losing out
The Neanderthals took mammoths
Down
The danger then was rife
But these days with the
Weaponry
The victims get the strife

The agony the torment
They bleed out
Or they lie
Left to bleed out
Over hours
And thats no way to die

The hunters use of shot guns
And lead creates such stress
A vast array of shot shells
Many will confess
To really not being so sure
Which shot shell to use
And once again their victims
Clearly they abuse

They are a bunch of sicko’s
They talk up pattern spread
Many of them made of the heavy metal
We know as lead
Its very very toxic
And from testing in the field
Vast amounts of lead dust
Burst and become concealed

Birds and all wild creatures
Foraging on the ground
Are likely to pick up lead remnants
Just lying around
One pellet in their stomach
Will sadly be their end
Organ failure brainstem failure
Surely it will send

Them all off to the rainbow bridge
kicking for all their worth
Suffering such a horrid death
Picked up off the earth
Then of course the hunters
Told now not to use
Lead shot killing ducks or geese
But sadly they abuse

The regulations regularly
And all the game birds tend
To hit the dust with such disgust
Sadly to meet their end
With lead being so toxic
If the bird is left to lie
Scavengers will also be
Killed by it so why?

Can hunters call themselves
The conservationists of old
Its because they are so arrogant
And ignorant
They hold
Onto what they have always used
And abused us that they do
A rule unto themselves they are
And clueless really too

In that sense they are neanderthals
Set apart from some
All sorts of shot shells out there
Sold off to the numb
They are handling lead shot
The cordite and the fire
They are breathing in this vapour
And for them its dire

The hunting seasons operating
Return a lot of game
Families in the countryside
Are now eating it the same
Reason lead shot fragments
Left inside the bird
And fed off to the family
Which really is absurd

But the arrogance is paramount
And the ignorance as well
Pattern and spatter is everywhere
They are sending us to Hell
The pregnant ladies the children
On farms and in the home
Fed with game still killed by shot
I could write a tome

About these fearless ignorance
And the poisoning they make
Ducks and Mallards Wigeon Teal
Pheasant Grouse awake
The Partridge and the Ptarmigan
The master Hare as well
The Pochard and the Gadwall
The pin tail and the pigeon
So many now have fell

Spiralling through the thermals
To crash down in the brush
The thrill the spill and of course the kill
The great adrenaline rush
These psychopaths with money
Believe they have the right
To kill the wondrous wildlife
And turn their days to night

Denmark banned the use of lead
In 1999
Steel and tungsten is as good
Its non toxic down the line
Its the ignorance of so many
Who do not realise
The impact that lead has on life
With poisoning on the rise

The countryside those families
Now foraging a deal
Who get to grips with the seasons
So much lead does conceal
Itself in wild bird tissue
And gets eaten by those who
Pig themselves on wild game
As many of them do

Geese and ducks should not be
Shot with lead
But they have found
On buying them from butchers
That three quarters hit the ground
Full of lead shot actually
So against English Law
But hunters are a brazen bunch
And rules mainly ignore

Its the power they feel
With the shot gun
Loaded at their side
The rabbits hits the field and runs
They will not be denied
Up close and moving fast away
The shell will cause a spread
The agony of all of that
And another soul lays dead

And the shot will just be everywhere
And the fragments very small
Embedded in the muscle
Which really should appal
But hunter man is arrogant
Fired up on what he’s done
He cant wait to get the dead ones home
And eat them its such fun

To poison his wee children
And bio accumulation
Is what lead does inside us all
It isn’t our salvation
Here is another reason
To be vegan thats for sure
Whilst anglers can still use it
At small sizes
Its still war

From the hunters who cant be bothered
To change perhaps to steel
Its appreciably more expensive
And its doesn’t have the feel
Those old habits die hard
For the hunter in the field
The ogre with the weapon
And the lead he keeps concealed

Oxford University and Professor Krebs
Has said
We have to phase out all this really toxic lead
Its killing valuable wildlife
Like swans and geese and foul
What I say is we must phase out hunting
Ban them from the trail

With the rise in supermarkets
And so much game around
We do not need these neanderthals
To pollute our precious ground
To imbalance the bio diversity
With their ignorant assault
And our countryside will prosper then
As the poisoning we halt

Conservation wallers psycho thrills
For all
They decimate our wild life
And some women think thats cool
They are beefed up by their counterparts
And made to feel on par
But actually they let themselves down
The feminine they scar

The life force is within them
Its where we all emerge
Without them and their gentleness
We wouldn’t have that urge
To fulfil the noble prodigy
To create another soul
And nurture it for all those months
To take on that great role

And then imagine they should
Take a female down
Perhaps one with a baby
Slaughter it and drown
The baby in its fluids
How can that ever be
A women should never want to be a man
And try to see

Herself as an assassin
A slaughterer of souls
She has so much empathy
Really she is poles
Apart from all these red necks
Thugs and shooters she
Knows what it is to bear a child
In exclusivity

She has the egg of true creation
The light force in the night
She has her wealth of loving
She can put the world to right
Her heart is soft and gentle
A hunters role is not
Part of her persona
For pure quality she has got

Arrogance and ignorance
And the psychopaths desire
To take advantage where he can
And walk through any fire
Creating victims by the score
And many more abroad
That the hunter does not know about
Who perish by his sword