The coopers of Dorset

How terrible it was
The story I heard
Hunters who torture
I hang on each word
A deer of such beauty
Such virginal worth
A goddess of fact
Of our precious earth

It happened in Dorset
So not that far away
HuntIng wild Deer
A hectic display
Of evil personified
Depravity
As its genitalia
Was just cut away
What cretinous antics
Is this to attain
And stabbing it’s eye
A mortal disdain

The forest holds many
Beautiful souls
The trees and the bushes
And now we hear roles
Of honest magnitude
Deers and dear Hares
Magical creatures
Their private affairs

Sold to the world
By the ugliest show
Torture and mayhem
It’s no way to go
Killing and maiming and hurting
A Deer
A wonderful gentle soul
Coming from here

A petition to sign
Needing us to
Stop all the carnage
Whatever we do
A bright light
It’s shadow a glow with true kind
Is ambushed and butchered
By the weary mind

We call for such action
This evil must be
Stopped in its tracks
This is infamy
Animals living in wildness
They need
respect love and caring
Not be left to bleed
Out sick and dying
Injured beyond
Anything feasible
A broken bond
With Nature created
By the sickest of mind
Warped out of existence

A hare set upon
By a Rabid hound
Who crunched down on its head
A few feet off the ground
Imagine the agony
Imagine a soul
Tortured beyond thought
Just To score their own goal.