grassy slopes
our countryside
the raucous hounds
the fox thank god
he is Running for his life
the hounds Have lost his scent
good the saoteurs were there
their valuable time well spent
their courage runs
the greenest slopes
But they were Heaven Sent
warriors unpaid and worthy
against vile hunters torturing swine
malicious in malignancy
brain dead riders on the line
hunting with hounds chasing foxes
is against the law
we see the police in all their glory
And what they are paid for
upholding law, that suits them
too many blind eyes
the ugliness of hunting
for me its no surprise.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.