Away in the distance where there’s no resistance

The role of the police in blood sports is sketchy
The fact it is unlawful to hunt foxes, we
See it we know those of us here
Countryside watching where its all very clear

The tOffs mostly tories are sharing
Their stories
A schooner or two at the old village INN
With the foie gras and whitebait
It all feels so sedate
A jaunt in the countryside does underpin

These counties of ours with their corridors tree lined
The chase and the fox with his brush in the air
Its exhileration to be part of this nation
United they stand hunters aware

As a vegan i watch them a poet I show it
Blood thirsty wretches in sketches away
Out In the distance where there’s
Little resistance
Where wild souls are savaged by hounds on the day

Grouse pheasants hares foxes so many animals
Lost to the toffs who believe they are kings
They can just go about killing and maiming
For this is olde england and really what brings

The true spirit rising the want of tradition
The culture the countryside all that is good
Leaving the wild folk to enjoy their existence
Goes against the grain and thats well understood

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This arrogant and ignorant story line
Apparently drifts into the psyche of so called countrymen
But they are sadly mistaken and with all of their money
They best clear off out of our country for good