She tried and she died

They came perilously close
To the status of trolls
Arrogant blighters
Who have lost all controls
Out hunting foxes
And killed their mama
Then killed her sweet cubs
Each one was a star

Each had expectations
Of the wildness within
Of reliance and confidence
How they might win
Full of expectation
Such amazement we see
Murdered for no reason
Really to be

Laid out in a picture
The conquest on show
They killed a mother
And her babies below
A meaningless slaughter
The gibbering three
Crouched on the grass
As we can all see

The poor vixen gave of herself
And lies dead
Whatever they used
They destroyed her head
Their stealth and dishonesty
There so that we
Can imagine their evil
And how it must be

The drama remarkable
In the bold light
They all were rejected
And thrust into the night
And there they remain
Lifeless and still
Plucked from this planet
But not with goodwill

Such a disservice
An outrage in fact
And posted on face book
How do we react
To this awful admission
And parading it so
7 lost babies
And their vixen laid low

On their pretext of hunting
Their engagement with sport
But such an apology
For such mean thought
Clearly the track led
Somewhere beyond
Away from the natural world
And their mothers bond

And they had no purpose
These trolls of the night
Supposedly human
But I don ‘t think thats right
Clearly no goodness just virulent
Thought
The gun shops had hunted them down
They were caught

Up in the excitement executing their dream
Of murdering wild life
What a sick team
Malefic intentions
Ruinous too
All those sad babies
Their existence now through

Imagine the mother
Knowing the result
Seeing her babies
And their assault
Feeling their agony
Sharing her pain
And just being gunned down
Till her life did drain

The perfect family
Lost to the world
The bullets were flying
Every which way were hurled
Deliverance possibly
Redemption could be
For the foxes for certain
But not for the three

They would go to a fire hole
And burn in the sky
Their sex organs burning
Before they can die
As they dance in the flames
As their screams we can hear
Lets smile for a moment
And just let a tear

Fall wipe it off our face
Think of the fox
Think of her babies
Laid under the rocks
For an age they will be there
Waiting to be
Coming back to the spot
Where they left hopefully

They called themselves hunters
Skilful of eye
Heartless and soulless
Who ask themselves why
They thought to kill babies
And the mother as well
For by doing this
They booked their ticket to Hell.