Ashridge demo 9/12/2018

Flags and masks and energy
Were the order of the day
40 or so of us visited
Ashridge an array
Of protectors from a
lot of counties
Met up there to say
That the National Trust
Had lost it
Really lost its way
That was how we saw it
For Hunting to begin
Trailing just a made up word
For us all wearing thin
When the management of the countryside
Lets Hunters come and try
To Set their sights on The brown hare
We need to ask them why

We stood together making
Our point with passers by
Some of us with fox masks
And Hare’s masks which is why
The police were called and
Continually suggested we should go
away to the much more muddy paths
And not so in the flow
We refused Some of us chanting
We kept our message clear
We were not causing trouble
There was no cause to fear
We talked about the trailing
And about the sabs and we
Were giving out our leaflets
And we all remained carefree

Visitors come to Ashridge
A lot to see the Deer
Not realising possibly
They are being shot
Its clear
600 or so are being stalked
And shot mostly at night
And clearly this upsets them
And so they stay out of sight

It would make animals nervous
They are shooting The Muntjacs too
They reckon they eat the saplings
And the leaves which isnt new
Ofcourse they eat we all eat
But the flesh is what they sell
Under the guise of Deer Management
A phrase that I know well
In the shop they are selling
Dead deer flesh and we
Can see them roaming quietly
And then take some home for tea
They begin the kill in November
Some 600 will die
600 deer a season
so the retail sales are high

And now we hear they are after
Licensing hunters to
Hunt the glorious brown Hare
And so we took the view
The National Trust Could not be trusted
For it appeared to be
That they were after drawing
Negativity
To these glorious woodlands
Ancient overiding
Peering into the many tres
Few could see them hiding
Issuing them with licenses
To come a hunt the trail
Frightening the wild folk
A really sorry tale

Some saw us as a nuisance
But really what we do
Is try to wake the people up
And let them know the true
Nature of the National Trust
A body sadly we
Feel are towing the wrong line now
And it cannot be
The sky was blue and heavenly
Two gliders soared on high
The trees were standing motionless
Giving us all a high
Palpable and beautiful
In a natural way
The solitude of being
Intrinsic by display

For me it makes no sense at all
To introduce those who
Would cause stress to the surroundings
Just a groundless view
Unrelated to the forest
Alien in fact
Some sort of diversion
That truly will detract
From the authenticity
The genuineness all see
The ever changing seasons
The real contrariety
The disparate the mismatched
The hunters on the trail
Causing a confustion
That for me is beyond the pale

Over the Christmas period
No deers will be killed from 20/12 until 4/1
How wonderful is that