Words rarely do us justice
\nbut other sirens seem
\nto be crawling from the media
\ntrying to redeem
\nsome credence for their actions
\nfor trophy hunting seems
\nto clearly threaten our spirit
\nas Rebecca Francis screams
\nthat she guarantees she loves
\nand respects the animals
\nrespect and love fall sharply
\nto the ground
\nunder the sun to me there is no
\nmeaning to such sentences
\nreality creates ts own sick sound<\/p>\n
I would implore all women
\nto look deep down in their being
\nfor to murder any other soul
\nreally must be unseeing
\nof how that other soul felt
\nto be murdered in this way
\nif this is love
\nthen its lost its value
\nto me I have to say<\/p>\n
aiming a man made rifle
\nand firing off 5 shots
\nand cutting down an angel
\nit just gives me no hots
\nfor you or anyone like you
\nand I guess the Lion confirms
\nlove so sorely given
\nthe stomach it just turns<\/p>\n
if this was love Rebecca
\nthe love of sharing lead
\nof aiming to cut down a soul
\nand wild one that’s sweet head
\nwas picking up your aura
\nwas aware that you were there
\nwith your sparkling eyes
\nand wondrous gaze
\nand golden locks of hair<\/p>\n
such love for that living being
\nwrapped in splendour from the start
\nhe so proud inside his environment
\nwhich he avidly did impart
\na magic in his final emanation
\nyour love he felt but tragically
\nhe knew
\nthere wasn’t going to be
\nany salvation
\nnot for him and obviously not for you<\/p>\n
those who dabble in the vile
\ndestructive sad regimes
\nthe poet can write copious notes
\nand really reams and reams
\ncan analyse
\ncan contemplate
\nwhat evil does exist
\nfor love when used in this regard
\nis essentially to enlist<\/p>\n
some extraneous thought
\nfrom those too blind to see
\nthe thoughtlessness the vacuum
\nthe infinite that be
\nyou smile and kind of reconcile
\nin your sad mind that you
\nhave performed an act of love
\nbut that psychopathic stew
\nyou call a mind has drowned you
\nyour compassion has run dry
\nthe salient side of what you’ve said
\nforgot the soul did die<\/p>\n
The Lion had every reason
\nto be where it was that day
\nThat Lion was where it had been placed
\nby the almighty, they
\nresonated with the Lion
\nunlike the trophies you
\nthe arrogance of the joyous smile
\nthat came out of the stew<\/p>\n
your mind is warped and weary
\nits reasoning is lost
\nthe world of hunting prowess
\nyou know exacts a cost
\nyou have lost the power to reason
\nwho is knocking at the door
\nof sanity and mayhem
\nlike they never have before<\/p>\n
I suppose I do have sorrow
\nfor that soul who happened by
\nas you came into your being
\nwith that sick gleam in your eye
\nwith that added malediction
\nthe fiction of the day
\n5 shots you let off Rebecca
\nblowing him away<\/p>\n
each bullet aimed entirely
\nto bite into his soul
\neach missed he kissed your aura
\nhe felt all your control
\nanother and another
\nsunk into him and he
\nwas taken places
\nhe felt your love
\nclearly it was key<\/p>\n
the sirens are beginning
\nto show their faces they
\nMelissa and Rebecca
\nmaking the wild one’s pay
\nfor love extends beyond the spirit
\nright out into the sky
\nand all these souls who have
\nlost their lives
\nthey all just loved to die<\/p>\n
by your hand that was it
\nthat notion that it was you
\na women not some crusty man
\nthey just felt it too
\nthat love that deep emotion
\nit was worth all the pain
\none last look they gave you
\nknowing it was in vain <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Words rarely do us justice but other sirens seem to be crawling from the media trying to redeem some credence for their actions for trophy hunting seems to clearly threaten our spirit as Rebecca Francis screams that she guarantees she … Continue reading