Carnage

A black bear and it’s babies
And some shooter asks
CAn I shoot the lot of them
In the limelight he basks
A female and 4 cubs down
Drowning in their blood
And, the great white hunter
Is face down In The mud

That’s the dream
The Bears hit him
The nightmare though of course
All the Bears have copped it
They took the full force
The bait can and the beaver tails
And the bullets of hot steel
Each little cub shot to death
All part of the deal

The mother shot last
Moving fast
Bleeding so
A black bear and her babies
That will never grow

All I hope is the day
Will come
When the mother bear
Takes revenge
And this miserable low life shooter
They all share

Biting down on his limbs
And crushing his rib cage fast
Hearing his cries into the skies
And others around aghast
Nothing left of him
A boot some hair
And the low life hunter
Right inside the bear