Instruments of torture

Conservation their salvation
Hunting shooting murdering sods
Guns a blazing
Heckles raising
Snares and stink pits
Gods
Imagining they are the saintly
Wild birds foxes get short shrift
Teams of shooters
Wildlife looters
Sporting murdering
Do you get my drift

Dumping bodies rotting carnage
Attracting foxes
With the stench
Of death of maggots
Of dismal darkness
In blood and snot these pits
They drench

Talking up true conservation
The masses possibly believe
What goes on out in the country
Vile affliction they achieve
Irreverence it’s all around us
Falsehoods and hypocrisy
Nether regions purgatory
Torture in the third degree

Such transgression a lack of justice
Their incompetence on show
Trespassing on life and living
Misdemeanours there we go
Gang rule ruffians
That’s my thoughts here
Irregular and very wrong
Shooters shooting
Hunters hunting
Don’t ask me to join the throng

Shamelessness it’s for the taking
I see sinners
Reprobates
Bovver boys
With greasy plates
Wickedness complicity
All around the forests glare
Degeneracy and turpitude
The self indulgent unaware.