Slobs

These trophy hunting slobs some call them hunters
I have many names for them, for they
Are one of those psychopathic creeps without a father
Who actually I wouldn’t pass the time of day
They pay a ten grand bounty to an exploiter
Who gives them in a flash a guarantee
To kill a majestic beast the glorious giraffe
And off they Go to kill one instantly

Money talks in Afrika for certain
Corruption on a scale that’s through the roof
Like cancer they are malignant as caustic as can be
Dehumanised and truculent a curse to humanity
Callous even heinous heartless vile intent
Unpitying and unconsoling with a dark remorseless bent

Empathy it’s lost in all their evil
Vengeful victimisation at their core
Exacting retribution on an innocent
Who now lies prostrate on the sunken floor
I take offence at so bitter and spiteful attitude
That waylays every innocent around
What they do for adrenaline rush is beyond the pale
And look at that poor soul there on the ground
As handsome as any soul ever created
With a monster standing on it who must be
The most odious the most disaffected arse hole
Who if I had my way would be hanging from some tree

Why is it men can’t love the animal species
Be gracious to them as they are to us
Why are they so inconsiderate and so brutal
Ungallant and so so unchivalrous
Crushed and dashed and bleeding on the grasslands
Craven hearted flinchers of the dirt
Despondency and hopelessness an aura in their psyche
With a hideosity that has to hurt

The beauty of the beast that towers above the trees
A brilliance and a brightness evermore
A paragon of virtue
An enchantress really aren’t you
A well proportioned stylish point of view
Why me this great beast uttered as she hit the dust
Crashing down her splendid gown looked true
Her suffering immense just like no other
Shocking and forbidding all you do
This creature took a massive blow into it’s head
And vanished like a white wolf in the snow
A belly aching brute of bias turned back and was on us
In a shadow in such awful pain
Bemoaning and pathetic
Straining at the leash
For all his strength and vigour
Seemed in vain