The Kalahari experience

A safari camp in South Africa
luxury all round
a delicious lunch a shooting range
tattoo’s and guns
abound

the matriarchal squalor
and Patriarchal sin
Its the Lioness they are gunning for
it gets under my skin

its the females its the queens
the desert sands the soul of time
hunters have been imported
to make that awful climb

from reality to what I can describe
to you today
as an evil in their integrity
and they now will have to pay

for the curse they have spread far and wide
two souls they have gunned down
who were in their freedom
and in their blood did drown

they had come to find some victims
with their pockets full of gold
with their mindfulness lost to the world
and their borrowed guns to hold

hunters from a far off place
from concrete cities where
there are no more wild angels
running anywhere

the machinery of patriarchy
spreads across their way
and the feminine is suffering
from the torrents of decay

they talk of love immeasurable
from their hearts that once did beat
the emotion of the vanquished
the uncharitable deceit

their names Peter and Tony
their wish of course to kill
the malignancy within them
more female blood to spill

it is, victimisation
by rancorous design
Hunting with all its devilry
with lives now on the line

all the treachery imaginable
to get one’s own back they
had travelled from their cities
to bring their vile display

into the Kalahari
Where Africa could feel
the wrath of something sinister
the great financial deal

could feel the feet of monsters
could smell their sweat as they
pursued great souls of innocence
on this chosen day

the night before they had
drowned their souls
in the Chardonnay each glass
cooler than the one before
and had realised each arse

present around the table
eating the flesh and blood
of other souls who had perished
in the eternal flood

of anger and resentment
who had slept it off to wake
up this morning ready
to bag themselves more cake

to go out and find females
the Lionesses who would
have been buddies to the great Male Lions
and how Nature said they should

this would have been true Nature

this would have been their true life
but for the raw transaction
bloodied up with strife

these beefcakes with their sleeves of ink
and their eyes that miss so much
and their hearts so solidly fattened
in essence out of touch

now on the truck and ready
for the bumpy road ahead
they were riding with the devil
he was just ahead

taking them to hell and back
but they never would escape
his clutches never ever
after this dreadful rape

they all were clad in grey clothes
they identified some spore
the animals were up ahead
living in their raw

this was where creation had placed
them it was where
man would come to take them
but they knew, that he was there

they knew of his brutality
his spiteful attitude
the sun shone from the heavens
down on this ugly brood

Peter was the first up
insensitive was he
unaware of the dawn a breaking
and the smell of life so free

he saw her she was lithe and strong
immense in every way
a creature of true fortune
and he would make her pay

no doubt someone’s sweetheart
someones pride and joy
but he was going to slay her
today he was her boy

she resonated freedom
she shared the morning air
the sun would be her witness
would share in her despair

she could smell his sordidness
and hear his frantic breath
she knew the guns were after her
a sweet glimmer of death

her nobleness a virtue
her passive nature spent
she took a tree for refuge
and up it yea she went

but Peter he was on her
his patriarchal glow
burning and all could feel it
he was now on show

Bang! the steel ripped into her
Bang! another too
it delved into her spirit
and life for her was through

a lost soul in her own land
the hoi poloi were here
their vulgar ways were evident
their countenance of fear

slumped back she fell and that was it
a female lost and gone
a precious soul so in control
she just could not go on

the shabby squalid hunterman
with his shooting sticks of fire
had raped her to submission
her end was wholly dire

the disgust one feels to witness
such a dark event today
the prejudice and loathing
the ultimate decay

the unsavoury suggestions
the intolerable design
to kiss a slaughtered victim
on the lips and to malign

the feline race so forcefully
watching as I do
soaking up the cowardice
that really just runs through

the so called bloody victor
the deserter of all time
the craven spirited sissy
who imagined he did climb

out of concrete city
into the wilderness
the Kalahari desert
a paradise no less

and now of course it was Tony’s turn
and another soul ahead
who had just lost a sister
an undauntedness that led

them closer to her being
her gameness and her pride
to run their gauntlet at a pace
and not to be denied

crouching in a thicket
of thorns she waited, she
breathless from the vile ordeal
of her sister up that tree

and now her in this thicket
what was she going to do
if only there were males around
but she knew very few

were around so the inevitable
was this day was her last
there were no knights in shining armour
her die in fact was cast

shots she heard around her
they were trying to drive her free
so they could come and murder her
it was patriarchy

that inherent vice within them
her audaciousness she used
slunk down on the thorniest edge
ready to be abused

she knew their sabres rattled
their shivers she could feel
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang that was it
nothing to reveal

moments of such agony
just moments that was all
she would never see a sunrise
again or hear the call

excuses body juices
why five shots and high fives
the men clan patting each others backs
just because they can

proudly now displaying
their banter and their chaff
with all that male derision
we heard them try to laugh

two females lost the battle
they were victims of deceit
slaves from a sick harem
where the oligarchy cheat

everyone who comes along
and parts with ill gotten gains
feels karma and the gods above
have them all in chains

for hunters are a dying breed
an anathema some say
walking cancers, terminals
who try to make us pay

a price for their committal
their comfortless despair
their hudibrastic manner
which will always now be there

their wives perhaps their lovers
will smell the blood we lost
they will be aware of its unguarded state
they have no idea what cost

it will be for they will never
engage in love again
this is the promise that I give
to the hunter man insane