A lousy Shot

On the pretence of being professional

Delusions seemingly

self applause and flattery

its where some folk can be

on safari in Botswana

with a rifle at ones hip

under wild skies filming

the big white hunter clip

a beautiful sensitive elephant

full of guts and show

A new age  white hunter in his jungle gear

in flow

Aims his rifle pointedly

Cock of  the wall and all

pulls the trigger the elephant drops

who was the biggest fool

the elephant lies writhing

the bullet missed the mark

Two more  tries  to realise

and lift him from his dark

this spokesman for the NRA

didn’t make the kill

Despite all of his bluster

the victim wasn’t still

the animals great nobleness

was tortured but  still alive

withered laurels sadly

he had taken a nose dive

and the expert witness

fired the killing shot

Despite  his status symbol
a true hunter he was not

his wife took on the mantle

she shot one and she killed

Cut its  tail  off Victory she shouted

she had spilled

the blood of a handsome Elephant

such irreverence we saw

a plethora of histrionics

like nothing seen before

the poet looks on guardedly

how innocence that day

Became the height of indecorum

as sweet souls passed away

what became a hideosity

and an offence to the eyes

Two grotesque deformed angelic souls

rising to the skies.