The glorious twelth
in truthfulness is
mendacious and wrong
forget the showbiz
Summer is here
in the North hear the cry
the heathers gone purple
and the grouse they must die
4 months of shooting
Today the third day
driven grouse shooting
keep out of our way
a pastime for the wealthy
with riches galore
but less in their heads and their hearts
Its a war
the poor souls are beating
frightening birds
the cowards in their shrouds
oh yes I am lost for words
Beautiful wild souls
frightened to death
fly into the sky
and then relieved of their breath
so much deceit
Raptors will die
Hen harriers slaughtered
dont ask me why
huge swatches of land
burned down to the peat
who cares about carbon
It is the elite
out on the moors
doing what rich souls do
murdering wildlife
The playacting few
talk about craft
when its guile that we see
a bush and snare
and complete dupery
wiping out Raptors
wiping out Grouse
bad for the landscape
where is their nouse
All good at business
thats what they think
doing their deals
and enjoying the drink
the nouveau riche flourishing they
their affluence flowing
Its all on display
from harmony cometh
a challenging wall
of lead shot and bluster
as the bodies just fall
like hail on the hill tops
just spiralling down
underhand tactics
and many will drown
in their own blood
a blood bath a slaughter
salvoes
of thundering lead
all caught up in the prose
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.