Trophy hunter killing

The indignity and mortification
Of trophy hunting on the nation
Africa’s tears should roll tonight
Hearing this elephant at the height
Of its resignation and true despair
With these bloody hunters standing there

They have shot and wounded a majestic soul
And they stand and watch, is that their role?
Such vulgarity such boorishness
Philistines so shameless
Ill-mannered and crude
So offensive they
Listen and laugh
At what is dismay

Nauseous creeps revolting scum
I just cant stomach really how numb
They are this elephant dying there
Crying out in such despair
They seem to be gloating with balefulness
A malignancy born out of total stress
Such severity and hardness of heart
Really where can a poet start

And finish these so called hunters should
Be shot up the arse
That would be good
Let me listen to their crying plea’s
Their outrageousness now on their knees
Let them bleed out let them cry
And laugh out loud when they fucking well die