Hunting

Arrogance and ignorance
Feel very much to me
To add up in the scheme of things
To where bio security
Is very much at risk I feel
And immunity
Precautions they are flaunted
And vulnerability

Become really an issue
Poorly treated hounds
Spread disease they surely do
Perhaps in leaps and bounds
Where perhaps the ignorance
Occurs we have to see
And be much more aware of it
For really it is key

Parasites from carcasses
In contact with us all
With hygiene really at a low
It becomes a tall
Order, at the country shows
To remedy the scene
Where there is contamination
And the vulnerable have been

Hunts collect the fallen
And Contamination may
Carcasses are fed to hounds
This appears the way
Multiple farms and followers
They defecate they do
They urinate just where they want
And contaminate its true

A hunt is uncontrollable
Water and faeces can
Be spread really all over
It might not be the plan
But how to plan with running hounds
Spreading the disease
With children and the elderly
Where There are no guarantees

They ignore basic security
There is arrogance about
Really they are breaking laws
Of that there is no doubt
Nothing is impregnable
There are perils everywhere
It is a road to ruin
Leading onto some despair

It is now fraught with danger
Venturesome I’d say
And the hunt can just go anywhere
And all around can pay
Helpless and unguarded
A minefield in a way
No one heeds the warning
From the dire straits of each day

Hunts can spread diseases
Fallen stock is not
Tested for the cause of death
Right across the flock
Farm animals and parasites
And ofcourse disease
All sorts of vehicles come and go
Basically as they please

We have all felt this for decades
And hunts regard the threat
Its costing farming millions
The industry is set
Firm to prevent the spreading
And The lack of veterinary care
Such movement across farmland
Which we know goes everywhere

Treating hounds for tapeworm
Offal being fed
We know that there are problems
And that we are led
Down a slippery path to hell
Everywhere they go
Fallen stock must not be fed
To hounds and this we know

There has to be enforcement
Laws are broken by
Hunts we see it every day
Their arrogance is high
They hunt with hounds
They do it despite the sabs who try
They spread disease
Over boundaries
And ofcourse livestock does die

Thats when the wild souls suffer
When farmers start to yell
Its all down to the badgers
We know the argument well
And those poor souls are gassed and shot
The grey suits think they know
And the hunting toffs continue
And the problems yes they grow

Having laws and keeping to them
With the police around
Leaving it to unpaid Angels
Down there on the ground
Up against the darkly ones
The rich landowwners who
Come out with their bovver boys
Threatening they do

Its a right old battle
Clubs and sticks and stones
Its isnt just a war of words
Some have broken bones
Black eyes whips across their backs
Some even ridden through
And the courts seem very wary
Of charging them its true