Lion trophies and TCM bones

It’s a sickly mind
that needs dead pieces of a lion
they have killed
To hang it
in their trophy room
To remember
the blood they spilled
Brownie points
forever
That’s is how they see
And let me get a word inTowards
the bursary
A life they stole at ambush
A life they took away
The bones went off to Viet nam
To the TCM I say

A huge pile of irreverence
Scoffing mockery
Stunning violations
Sinful impurity