Hunting stags in England

ENGLand and the drag hounds
Chasing them we see
Fear and absolute ugliness
Lost souls actually
These evil men
Out hunting
Cornering the foe
Driving them into the river
The river Yeo

Saboteurs are onto them
Courage yes we see
Up against the hunters
Venison a key
Driver in the prowess
Of groups that chase and run
Down the wild deer violently
Underneath the sun

How is it it’s allowed still
Wild creatures, families
Living in the forest
Really as they please
Why these hunts can justify
The horror and the pain
The fear that fills a wild deers heart
Driving them insane

Venison sought after
Jointed it will bring
Profit to the lousy hunt
Who actually do fling
Energy and ravage
To try and bring them down
A bullet through their abdomen
Very close to town