The hunt hangers on

Despite the laws
And the flaws
And the police who show
Little interest in the act
And the huntsmen grow and grow
Their arrogance supported
By Cameron and his mob
Who basically turn a blind eye
At those of us who dob

The condescending snobbery
Into the melting pot
The stiff necked hubristical idiots
Who I think should be shot
Haughty and stand offish
Pompous strutting clowns
Who bring the yobo’s with them
With all their ups and downs

With all that ostentation
And theatricality
Wearing all their hunting gear
All their pageantry
The showmanship and infamy
The ingloriousness and all
Dedicated to killing foxes
Their chivalry on call

Rude and often boorish
Aggressive too alas
If anyone objects to what they are doing
And says its crass
They will block you with their vehicles
Or their horses yes they will
And when no one is looking even threaten to spill
You over they are conscious of their actions
But they do
Threaten sabs and injure sabs
Because they can
And a few

Have been really very badly hurt
And of course the toffs they be
Surrounded by the noble souls and it can be hard
To see
Through the maze of discontent
The tension and the strain
They grumble and they whine a lot
And it all can feel in vain

But the Sabs are for the wild life
For the foxes and the deer
For the badgers and munjaks
And its very clear
The terrier men the bits of boys
The yobo’s and the rest
Are on hand you can bet your bottom
And they yea will test

The resolve and the character
Of opposing forces who
They will try to tackle head on
Because thats what they do
Their hounds are most excitable
Full of recklessness and haste
Anything can happen
When coming faced to face

Its a shame the cops don’t take it seriously
For they really are part
Of why the hunts continue
They do not have the heart
It seems to always prosecute
Cameron’s light blues
Who want to re instate the hunts
Want to ignite the fuse