Trophy hunting

With drought killing elephants
What do we see
The wankers and bankers
The small brained who be
Coming to Zimbabwe
To sample The fair
Shooting the big 4
Because they live there

America reverses the rules
So to say
By allowing these nutjobs
To have their own way
To bring back
The body parts
Gruesome as hell
The beautiful dead
That the Yanks love so well

Just standing waiting for a tusker
The brave
Where their god had put them
Indeed its their grave
When the hunting safari’s
Are earning their crust
Helping the laggards
To do what they must

Camouflage, rifles
They got it all
This Isn’t valour
Or pluck that they call
On its so matter of fact
All they do
Is just pull the trigger
The clueless they view

Of course the fearful
The angry soul he
Is intimidated
Why Shouldn’t he Be
Afterall its his country
And these men so called
Are shooting Right at him
And he is appalled

These so called safari’s
Set up to make
A fortune from punters
Who come here to take
Their airs and graces
Their squalid time
Delusional swaggering
Critters of crime

In their blaze of glory
Shameless of course
Back-slapping high fives
As a matter of course
Its their tinsel and glitter
Their wind and their piss
Hunting so vulgar
And they call it bliss

murdering wild souls
Such arrogance they
Its just their bravado
Their blustering way
Its about conservation
Their audacious reply
Swashbuckling loudmouths
part of the lie

The safari companies
Put out to trap
The weak willied clowns
Who are thought of as crap
Who hand over a fortune
They are The buffoons
Boasting and bragging
With their chauvenist tunes

In Hwange alone
200 souls
wanting the water
Have died and these trolls
On the candid platform
Come Over to kill
ZIMBABWE corrupt
And Ignorant still

They have no respect
For their GOD given gift
money is everything
We get the drift
Hand over fist
The government there
Get their back handers
And any despair

From poets like me
Or Animal Rights
Or Ricky or Peter
They are in our sights
All the hangers on
The RFA the clothing
The dyspeptic
All having their day

The truculence
The cussed
The evil intent
The spiteful
The vicious
The malignant all bent
On killing baboons for five dollars a throw
To elephants Leopards and Lions
As we know

It has got to stop
All these vile darkly mob
Malignant and rotten
Using their gob
Morose their misogyny
Impassively
They have no compassion
And no empathy

WE MUST SAVE THE ELEPHANTS THE LIONS THE LEOPARDS ABD THE BUFFALO
and all the beautiful animals of AFRica

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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