The so called conservationists

Conservation will always serve
The animals and the environment
Protection and preservation
The order of the day
For any hunter trophy or canned
To use this as their excuse to kill
Is improbity and psychopathy
And dishonesty I say

Unscrupulousness opportunism
Injustice at the core
Good-for-nothing scoundrels
Degenerates for sure
A complete betrayal
Of the souls that they admire
Unprincipled and conscienceless
Skulduggery and fire

Their iniquity of being
Their amorality
Nefarious and flagrant
Unpardonable the key
A wickedness a shamelessness
Infamous and vile
Killing sentient creatures
Is so far off the dial

Advocating protection and preservation
They are conservationists
In every single way
But the absolute criminality
The malpractice that we see
Canned hunting and killing
For the so called big trophy

Is anything but helpful
Its sinfulness and guilt
Transgression to the gutter
Each drop of blood thats spilt
Creates another sinner
A Raw head a bloody fool
Unashamed and hopeless
And so violently cruel

Self glory swank and swagger
Big mouthed braggarts they
Exaggerate and believe their own lies
Every single day
Contempt is what they are good at
Perverted in their thought
They tempt providence and karma
And are so easily bought

The corporate scene of killing
The gun shops and those who
Sell canned hunting and lion petting
And buy up souls they do
Weak and banal characters
Who haven’t got a hope
In hell’s chance of protecting
For here they cannot cope

They are all blots on our landscape
As ignorant as sin
A mouthpiece for assassins
Ravaged and wrinkled within
Disfigured by delusion
Defaced and left to show
Their odious attraction
Not part of any flow

Look at this charmer with a Cheetah
He has shot and now does pose
He talks up conservation
His ruddy red face shows
How totally imbalanced
He is this haggard prick
A real repellent ravaged rogue
That makes me fucking sick