Rejoicing at first blood

A lass just 13 years old
Was rejoicing
She had got over a cancer scare
And she
Was going off to hunt
And kill some wildlife
Exultant in the fortune
Which was key

Euphoric about claiming
A few white tails
Some bass fishing
And whatever came along
She knew about the unpleasantness
Of suffering
That kind of infliction
Made her feel
If only I can just get better quickly
I can go and hunt and kill
Some deer for real

Who thinks like that
Girls today
do they really feel
Killing wildlife is rewarding
What is it they reveal
In their sick minds
Violence, wanting to take away
The freedom of a godly wild soul
Romping, In the forest
With its family mindfully at play

Or are they so obtuse
So dull and stupid
Unconcerned with living
And with life
Totally unresponsive to another
About but to reward it
With pure strife

Unconscious completely passionless
Excited
by a parent wanting
The child to
Walk perhaps in his footsteps
And kill a buck afore
He had killed his first buck
Aroused by blood and gore

She knew how to shoot animals
Already was averse
In the boxstand waiting
For me theres nothing worse
A child convinced that killing
Would be the thing to do
Divide it from its family
And see what did ensue

Mississippi State too
A trophy Buck would be
A feather in her cap
And, for her family
they would see
At Little Flat Creek Ranch the place
Where lots of hunters go
And if she could down a marvellous Buck
All the world would know

Up there the place was filled
With godly people
Her words never mine
I would never use
Anything so ghastly
About monsters
Who go out in the forest
To abuse

Aim and pull the trigger
Knowing, a steel ball it would fly
Hard into some living flesh
And that young soul would die
God had pulled her out of cancer
But not so she could kill
Tried to create humility
But its blood she had to spill

With parents like this
Really who needs godliness
Elated by the animal coughing blood
Watching it acting skittishly
Sensing she was near
Excited by the thrill of murdering
Its death bringing her cheer

No regret no qualms at all
Only consolation
Alacrity and happiness
Her very own salvation
Revelling in the jubilation
Feeling ten feet tall
All the elders smiling
She had answered their call

Karma may change its mind
In view of her killing spree
She best beware can er has a funny way
Of revisiting