Trophy hunters trophy rooms hunting big game in Africa

It’s really on the increase
These sick Sods toting guns
Hunting big game after trophies
Actually there are tons
Of Tuskers in Botswana
Their government prepared
To succumb to the US dollars spree
Which really makes me scared

These sixty year old veterans
They are iconic bulls
Vital to the eco system
And tourism it rolls
On each day
these massive souls
Must not be targets for
The little men
With tiny brains
And so little in their core

Americans with trophy rooms
To show their stupid mates
Much of what is sacrificed
In hunting terms it rates
Highly in the pubs and bars
Many kills I know
Are carried out by the agencies
Not the hunters
And their ego

Tanzania allows hunting parties
But Americans are
Banned
From taking back their spoils of war
Even if it is planned
Shooting all these veterans
For sport one has to say
Agencies and hunting trips
Should be closed down right away

A hunting tax should be levied
Make the sinister pay
Egocentric arse oles
Self-indulgently display
They need a damn good hiding
Avaricious twits
Indulging in such sinfulness
And to me it now sits
Squarely in the soulless mindless
Advertise their mugs
The front page of a local rag
We can pull their rugs
From under them
Expose them
No bloody shame at all
They really are degenerates
Breaking every rule

Honestly good for nothings
Heartless to a tee
Put them in an closed off space
As targets seems to me
The best idea
They can shoot each other
What a grand idea
And feed their corpses to the wild life