Safari

Dealing in death
And the right to have breath
Is the breathless pursuit of the few
Its the bedrock of beastliness
Enduring the pain
And the adrenaline rush
For the ultimate gain

Its the trip to the karma bank
Mindlessly sort
The crossroads of chaos
And tumultuous thought
The lack of connection
To natural ways
Untimeliness really
And intrusive phase

Of course out of order
And dangerously so
A spent force where sophistry
Does seem to grow
A mere correlation
A functional fling
So much disrespect
To those it does bring

What is so final
Should never be bought
The ego exceedingly
Brought into thought
Caught up in the arrogance
Of the display
An inconsiderable trophy
On that stolen day

Ill gotten gains
Are a loss for all time
A biting reminder
Of those who would climb
Out of their dark pit
To stand in the gloom
Incoherent and taxing
Expecting a tomb

To welcome a spirit
Of disharmony
Of turmoil and turbulence
Where the orderless see
In what they call camouflage
They dislocate
With violence and lawlessness
They transmigrate

They become the harbingers
The pioneers
That herald the breakdown
And highlight the fears
An assemblage a rabble
Of freakishness who
With each aberration
Feel cosy and true

They subsist on their bloodlust
For each point of time
They then pay each other
The perpetual rhyme
Time bound and temporal
A throwback perhaps
To an ugly reaction
That was never intact

Its all about power
And the pulse of each soul
The greatest of governance
The almighty role
Of coming to ambush
A virginal flight
Cut down in that moment
And lost to the night

The total unconsciousness
Born in the way
The inadequate
Contract was only to pay
The destructive force
The great eradication
That blots out the light
With its vile medication

The impetuosity
And the uproar
The brute has been murdered
Of that you are sure
The brute will be butchered
Its trophy to be
Hung in some vile place
So others might see

The biased believers
Misinterpret the signs
Jaundiced and clannish
Its the light that now shines
On the victim
The great loss to family
And Nature and those
And the whole of creation
That this loss does impose

The true credulity
Nasty and naive
A sucker for those
Who under achieve
Their infatuation
With profit though they
No nothing of prophets
Or order today

Their uneducation
Their blankness of thought
Such unawareness
They have been bought
By the ineptitude
And extravagant need
Of those hunting for reasons
And the need to succeed

The sage uses eyes to see
The great sight
The fools fire their guns
And incur the great blight
The congenital stupor
The defective mind
The rambling poacher
Who cannot unwind

The psychopath ventures
Into the dark
With his paraphernalia
Its all a lark
Clad in the camouflage
Rifle and sights
He has paid his dues
And he knows his rights

As Kendall as others
Do
Slaughter and kill
Creations great magic
Such evil doth spill
The blood and the miracle
Of life abroad
The innocent die
Because they could afford

The bounty the margin
Wrapped up in disgust
The lunatic fringe
With their high fives
And lust
For the cruel expectation
The suspense of it all
As a mother protects
And a father does rule

But they become victims
And their family may die
Waiting for them to come home
And we cry
To the heavens above us
For what some now do
They murder and slaughter
And enjoy it too

One after another
The great beasts do fall
Those on the plains
Their backs to the wall
Those on the trees
Breathing the air
Shot to death tragically
By those who won’t care

Each an apocalypse
For its own kind
An ominousness
Which is underlined
A sinister story
Of blood lust and pain
A meaningless death
So that a few can gain

But it is no gain
Its a drain on their soul
A total intolerance
Their stepped up role
Achieving a savagery
Malignantly so
A venemous mischief
That only can grow