What’s worse for young kids
a father who
buy him a rifle
And some dads do
kits him out in all the gear
And takes him hunting
For some Deer
competence and efficiency
vigour drive and energy
he bloods the boy
pats his back
says good on her lad
what a whack
no pain no gain
that was some attack
the boy feels great
a deer lies dead
a bullet hole right through his head
a blank mind
invites the stare
thoughtlessness it’s everywhere
That boy needs a bloody good smack
The father too
he needs some flack
a neglectful sod
letting his son
accept untruths when the day is done
imprinted in the young boys mind
he is a hunter the worse you find
killing wild souls just like that a blind
ignorant boy on a foolish whim
is charmed by his father
God how grim
an obnoxious bugger
the father he
needs a good hiding
and would get one from me.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.