What is it in the hearts of man<\/p>\n
that presents a case to kill<\/p>\n
to arm themselves<\/p>\n
and leave their homes<\/p>\n
and hope fresh blood to spill<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
burdened by the pressure’s of life,<\/p>\n
perhaps their jobs<\/p>\n
and decked out in their camouflage<\/p>\n
they transgress into slobs<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the 4×4 the ammo, the rifles and the bows<\/p>\n
and if your name is Nugent<\/p>\n
a machine gun,<\/p>\n
I suppose<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He’s \u00a0a vile transgressor<\/p>\n
the criminality<\/p>\n
off to find the unwitting one’s<\/p>\n
and offer tyranny<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
extremists call to action<\/p>\n
most hold down mundane jobs<\/p>\n
they clearly bore<\/p>\n
the pants off<\/p>\n
all the so called knobs<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
inflexible and arbitrary<\/p>\n
its extortion of the poor<\/p>\n
the downtrodden<\/p>\n
they have to resist it all<\/p>\n
and just ignore<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u00a0a weekend away<\/span><\/p>\n from \u00a0purgatory<\/p>\n a sort of agitator<\/p>\n who won’t be pigeon holed<\/p>\n an undisciplined creator<\/p>\n <\/p>\n who feels<\/p>\n he’s being told<\/p>\n what to do<\/p>\n and what not to do<\/p>\n and he<\/p>\n defects in to the forests for<\/p>\n a way to be<\/p>\n <\/p>\n he needs to find a victim<\/p>\n to overcome his fear<\/p>\n its his, dark compulsion<\/span><\/p>\n but its anything but clear<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n bludgeoned by the systems<\/p>\n compulsive is his thought<\/p>\n he cannot get his way at home<\/p>\n and at work too he is caught<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n when he hunts<\/p>\n he becomes the \u00a0master<\/p>\n of his \u00a0circumstances, he<\/p>\n can wait for half a day or more<\/p>\n and just kill \u00a0instantly,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and gut it,<\/p>\n he’s the grand \u00a0master<\/p>\n really so to say<\/p>\n when he \u00a0goes back to his minions job<\/p>\n he doesn’t mind the pay<\/p>\n <\/p>\n impotent, an inability to do anything<\/p>\n thats right<\/p>\n a failure, a castrato<\/p>\n an invalid worthless shite<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n thwarted by the system<\/p>\n undermined and lost<\/p>\n so the hunting with his powerless chums<\/p>\n is the maelstrom in which he’s tossed<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n his weakness means he cant stand up<\/p>\n to anyone<\/p>\n unless\u00a0he’s hiding in the dark<\/span><\/p>\n to surprise them with his gun<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n neutralised by people but ready to accept<\/p>\n the killing of any animal<\/p>\n makes him more adept<\/p>\n <\/p>\n he’s nothing but a vandal<\/p>\n ravaging on souls<\/p>\n the innocent the moderate<\/p>\n he’s one of the trolls<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the animal fraternity<\/p>\n were born to allay fear<\/p>\n potential, they have potential<\/p>\n for with Mother Earth so near<\/p>\n <\/p>\n they \u00a0feel her hypnotic influence<\/p>\n and realize her worth<\/p>\n able to be sociable<\/p>\n its truly their rebirth<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n but helpless in the face of hunters<\/p>\n who prefer to crawl<\/p>\n hide all drenched in camouflage<\/p>\n and clearly off the wall<\/p>\n <\/p>\n armed up to their eyes<\/p>\n sexually and honestly<\/p>\n rather fruitless guys<\/p>\n <\/p>\n canned and trophy hunting<\/p>\n is the pleasure that<\/p>\n they seek<\/p>\n they can get their guarantee<\/p>\n its their torment of the week<\/p>\n <\/p>\n they hand over \u00a0their dollars<\/p>\n and the system does the rest<\/p>\n whatever they can afford to buy<\/p>\n that is their only test<\/p>\n <\/p>\n their lives are in regression<\/span><\/p>\n disengaged they be<\/p>\n and in their heads I do suppose<\/p>\n a base reactionary<\/p>\n <\/p>\n retreating from their normal life<\/p>\n a recidivist may be<\/p>\n who constantly fights his way<\/p>\n out of their paper bag to see<\/p>\n <\/p>\n women \u00a0now are being drawn<\/p>\n into this weird menagerie<\/p>\n they radiate successfulness<\/p>\n when of course they just must be<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n so downtrodden<\/p>\n \u00a0the patriarchal system<\/span><\/p>\n has taken hold<\/p>\n and they are beaten black and blue<\/span><\/p>\n and left out in the cold<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n by circumstances of the day<\/p>\n its a kind of elevation<\/p>\n it lifts them for a while<\/p>\n even men \u00a0share their salvation<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n so they do it and they pose with<\/p>\n larger animals and show<\/p>\n the futility of hunting<\/p>\n as they plunge down and they go<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the Universe is watching<\/p>\n the gods are less amused<\/p>\n Nemesis is shaking at how<\/p>\n souls are abused<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the mortality is growing<\/p>\n everyone’s confused<\/p>\n the slaying of the innocent<\/p>\n meet the tear drops of the bruised<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n as the vital sparks extinguished<\/p>\n and Summerland does call<\/p>\n all of that vitality<\/p>\n all goes to the wall<\/p>\n <\/p>\n sacrificed for what<\/p>\n a photograph in some old tome<\/p>\n and the family steeped in misery<\/p>\n plucked out of their home<\/p>\n <\/p>\n their insentience is fraught<\/p>\n with a narcosis<\/p>\n insensible, quiescent<\/p>\n and sadly so<\/p>\n totally uncaring<\/p>\n and almost never sharing<\/p>\n sooty unfit passages<\/p>\n below<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n which occupies their mind<\/p>\n obscurity and blackness<\/p>\n is all a soul can find<\/p>\n <\/p>\n a mindlessness, a misama<\/p>\n uninvolved and underlined<\/p>\n aggression like a coil wound tightly<\/p>\n that sometimes we all find<\/p>\n <\/p>\n it confounds the so called hunter<\/span><\/p>\n caught up, in his own trap<\/p>\n unpredictable behaviour<\/p>\n for \u00a0what is a lonely sap<\/p>\n <\/p>\n so gullible and senseless<\/p>\n they undervalue much<\/p>\n obstinate and embittered<\/p>\n and clearly out of touch<\/p>\n <\/p>\n for them there’s no reality<\/p>\n their gullibility<\/p>\n precludes them from the<\/p>\n realization<\/p>\n they now can never free<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n themselves for they are robots<\/p>\n all frozen from the store<\/p>\n they do not have the where with all<\/p>\n they are the victims of their war<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What is it in the hearts of man that presents a case to kill to arm themselves and leave their homes and hope fresh blood to spill burdened by the pressure’s of life, perhaps their jobs and decked out … Continue reading