Hunters of foxes beware

We have an air of decency
against each killing spree
Of roguish rotten hunters
whose place in history
Is to be vile and scornful
Chasing a wee soul
Across the English countryside
Out of all control

Taking hounds left hungry
Brutal to the case
Causing a sweet angel
With meanness and disgrace
A law was passed that banned them
Their superiority
Their lack of humiliation
Banned them made them see

Saboteurs and others didnt want them here
Dressed up bloody dandies
With a feather in each ear
But where are the police as these snobbish oafs
Make their drunken charade
With their followers on quad bikes
Whose dark contempt is laid

Into the free spirits
Of the angels who will try
And witness this vile hunting
And prevent that any die
Who have no respect for others
No respect at all
They ride clad in their hunting clothes
Answering the call

The fox the darling wild one
Leaves his earth and runs
Like the wind across the fields
Behind him tons and tons
of squawking drunken
Riders
Bugles to the fore.
I have a low opinion
Of their niggling carping war

Swearing indignation
A few home truths they need
Riding down us angels
Some sadly will bleed
Charged at yes on horseback
Slashed at with the whip
Making accusations
And giving us the slip

All that sad sarcasm
A biting tongue to match
Scolding us and skating us
Wanting just to catch
The red fox brush a wavering
Unflatteringly so
I hold no brief for hunters
Who think they bloody know

They all need a good kicking
They heckle and they hiss
They think they are posh
But it doesnt wash
They just take the piss
They taunt and try to pillory
And often smack us down
On their so called thorobreds
As they ride away from town

We get the flak and bad reviews
When we are on their case
Snide remarks mud slinging
Yes right in our face
Whatever they do in their weektime
They are a common mob
With allegiance to nobody
No better than a yob

Many are basically wicked
They want to kill and see
The hounds not only catch the fox
But kill it painfully
Their baseness their venality
Their infamy we feel
Their complicity is obvious
And altogether real.