illegal hunts

Chasing a wild soul

with lean hungry hounds

frighteningly raising its terror

surrounds

its spirit  with  agony

such persecution

hearing the blood lust

its not a solution

the gnashing of teeth

the scurry  of feet

the horses in gallop

the hatred so deep

the illegal hunters

closer they be

all drunk as coots

their  brutality

gets to the vixen

and to her mate

The dust kicked up high

they feel like bait

its frightful to see

wild foxes thrashed

to a mean syphony

in a dark thicket smashed

these  fat arsed officials

whipping a mare

swearing like hell

they havent a care

for anything wild

for the forest where they

denounce everything

that gets  in their way

Thanks for the sabsq

the knights who dare

just bare hands and cameras

eternally  fair

they stop the hunters when they can

they save the foxes

thats their plan

up against the cowardly sods

who honestly believe that they are gods

Everyone of  them ought to be

put in prison i want to see

hunters truly locked up tight

so foxes can run in the moonlight

freely and without danger