Who is a hunter

A Hunter’s identity
Is as a coward
The rifle he carries
With it he is proud
He kills just by pointing
His weapon and fires
He can bring down whatever
For it just expires

An Elephant
Is a majestic soul
The largest land animal
With some control
Against the hunter
With his weaponry
Less of an advantage
As we can see

Take the weapon away
The hunters no more
He’s perilous oaf
With a head full of war
He can summon up courage
Ambushing his prey
But alone will be crushed
At the end of the day

The tusker immense
With a heart good and strong
He can walk many miles
And does belong
In the country where he was put
And where he stays
Understanding his worth
And what business he plays

A fantastic memory
Gifted let’s say
Massive brute strength
A blistering way
Of indulging his life path
And knows what to do
Only cruel men with rifles
Can work their way through

Scumbags withstanding
Town dwellers who
Are artificial in all that they do
Refining their diets
Out on a limb
Hunting and killing
It’s really on a whim

Killing big game
A frightful idea
Re loading his rifle
For him he is clear
Ambush the victim
Pull the trigger and see
The bullet explode
And the animal be
In its death spiral
Drowning in blood
It fell to the ground
With an enormous thud
A murderous act
Of a coward of a thug
Whose brain is alive
With the vilest of bug

Eating his grey matter
In a quiet repose
A maddening joke
That surely grows
A heart without status
No soul anymore
Just an impassioned lust
To create just more gore
To murder the holiest
Creature and say
What you have done as a hunter
Creates a fine day.