Aaron Neilson

anyone who goes around
Killing seems to me
Needs a bloody good hiding
Their insensibility
Is shot away forever
For them it’s unconcern
For the predator and the prey
And they are not prepared to learn

They imagine that creation
The miracle of life
Was so that they could murder
And chase unlimited strife
Because they possess the arrogance
And their ignorance to boot
And because they have their rifles
And they can come and shoot

Anything that happens to be
Anything at all
Wipe them off the planet
Just because they call
Out their name their selfishness
Mercenaries they be
Killing the wild animals
Anything they see

And it’s all about the trophy
The taxidermist
It’s all planned
The package
and the project
Are we pissed?

Fuck the local countryside
Fuck the precious land
Fuck old mother Nature
Why should we understand
As long as we are fine
And we can leave the country
And just go off
And wine and dine

And hang the animal head
Or stick the rug down on the floor
And parade around their local town
As white hunters to adore.

The evil that is hunting canned and trophies they
Are pariah’s in the scheme of things
And everyone can pay
So they can earn the readies
And keep on keeping on
Until the trophies hunting slime
Realise the con
And until the lovely animals
Are shot aWay and gone
And then they will take up something else.
And someone else to con.