Women and their place in marketing death and destruction of a wild species

Please excuse me ladies
feminine the mother
the carer and the nurtured
I don’t speak of another
they generally are the mother
of our universe
a soul
who cares and feeds and loves all
off spring
for that is their role

I don’t see them as hunters
lying in wait for
some other mothers cherished
children
to me I’m just not sure
women shouldn’t be there
amongst the blood and snot
creation our salvation
its what a women’s got

so dressing up in camouflage
and stealing in to kill
an animal with a weapon
its precious blood to spill
its fur to strip
its guts to tear
to me a women she
she would scare
the living daylights
really out of me

to have fallen into
quite as much as that
into the ways of man
how can that be nurturing
its not part of the plan
and then to manufacture
women’s bows and arrows
somehow I don’t honestly think
its on the straight and narrows

its widening the marketplace
helping margins rise
pink and purple arrows
and some bling as a surprise
to my mind its unnatural
its not what I’d expect
no vision brought from woman hood
its hard now to detect

the purity, the carer
the sharer, for it seems to me
by upping the aggression
theres a liabilty
by mimicking the man
and going into places where
he goes to slaughter and to butcher
its just a nightmare

already men are getting stick
for the violence that abounds
trophy and big game are being slaughtered
and the sounds
of screaming from the outback
through the desert to the sea
with more than its share of torture
and slaughter of the free

and now to see young children
and ladies on the case
taking out those living souls
cutting to the chase
firing guns and letting fly
the arrows that will kill
I am sorry ladies I don’t think
blood you were mean’t to spill