I ask myself a question<\/p>\n
how it is that people will<\/p>\n
spend their lives on this here earth<\/p>\n
just trying to kill<\/p>\n
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animals what kind of creeps<\/p>\n
work in the city lights<\/p>\n
in their concrete glasshouses<\/p>\n
and grow into such shites<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
out there in the wilderness<\/p>\n
the place each of us share<\/p>\n
with Nature and creation<\/p>\n
thats why it is there<\/p>\n
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the peacefulness of various<\/p>\n
trees<\/p>\n
their leaves of subtle hue<\/p>\n
the ferns and hollies shrubs and plants<\/p>\n
all put there for you<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
and then the Deer<\/p>\n
the Bears the Hogs<\/p>\n
the Rabbits and the Hare<\/p>\n
the faery people everyone<\/p>\n
its place of course is there<\/p>\n
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they wouldn’t hurt a living soul<\/p>\n
they live where they were placed<\/p>\n
they roam<\/p>\n
they comb<\/p>\n
the silent worlds<\/p>\n
they breathe<\/p>\n
and they all taste<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the wildness all around them<\/p>\n
the certainty<\/p>\n
of sight<\/p>\n
each with their conviction<\/p>\n
of living in the light<\/p>\n
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bathed in pure enchantment<\/p>\n
and serendipity<\/p>\n
a rhapsody of spirit<\/p>\n
with all its mystery<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
in their world<\/p>\n
their orcanum<\/p>\n
such messages they be<\/p>\n
affirming and rewilding<\/p>\n
with \u00a0true veracity<\/p>\n
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the shites the bloody poachers<\/p>\n
who call themselves by names<\/p>\n
like hunters even sportsmen<\/p>\n
to those names they lay claims<\/p>\n
but, they have no bloody rights<\/p>\n
to hunt<\/p>\n
to kill<\/span><\/p>\n to be<\/p>\n the city dwellers<\/p>\n buyers\/ sellers<\/p>\n drunk on falsity<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n pathological perjurists<\/p>\n disingenuous dicks<\/p>\n untruthful lying rabid fakes<\/p>\n who go out in the sticks<\/p>\n camp up by their 4×4’s<\/p>\n camouflaged to the hilt<\/p>\n city bankers<\/p>\n purile wxxxxxs<\/p>\n their ears filled up with silt<\/p>\n <\/p>\n swindling skulduggery<\/p>\n deceitful lying sods<\/p>\n who hide hoping to ambush<\/p>\n some of the wildest gods<\/p>\n their insidious persuasion<\/p>\n deluded after all<\/p>\n hoping to bag an angel<\/p>\n the errand of the fool<\/p>\n <\/p>\n on the pretence they are honest<\/p>\n caring and the rest<\/p>\n ethical and thoughtful<\/p>\n someone should arrest<\/p>\n their vulgarity and tastelessness<\/p>\n their impropriety<\/p>\n their unwillingness to be willing<\/p>\n their reluctance to grudgingly<\/p>\n <\/p>\n just pursue the innocent<\/p>\n by entering their domain<\/p>\n to slaughter them in cold blood<\/p>\n \u00a0somehow just to gain<\/span><\/p>\n their power they go and kill them<\/p>\n a pre requisite source<\/p>\n to waste another’s spirit<\/p>\n the most malefic force<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n a malignity a malevolence<\/p>\n irredeemably sad<\/p>\n loathing and detestable<\/p>\n and altogether bad<\/p>\n unthinking just to kill or maim<\/p>\n a creature in its prime<\/p>\n its flawlessness, its perfection<\/p>\n its nobility, its rhyme<\/p>\n <\/p>\n its value to the wider world<\/p>\n surpassing those who dare<\/p>\n to take aim and to murder<\/p>\n any soul that’s there<\/p>\n to cut them down<\/p>\n to end their lives<\/p>\n all paragons of power<\/p>\n taken out by violence<\/p>\n by puttrescence just an hour<\/p>\n <\/p>\n of vileness, insalubrity<\/p>\n morbific then back where<\/p>\n they morph into their city jobs<\/p>\n robotic and unaware<\/p>\n <\/p>\n of the curse they have left behind<\/p>\n the pestilence they’ve caused<\/p>\n the precariousness of the guideless<\/p>\n and they never paused<\/p>\n for \u00a0action and inaction<\/p>\n the inventiveness and guile<\/p>\n and \u00a0their savagery and naivety<\/p>\n and undesigning style<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I ask myself a question how it is that people will spend their lives on this here earth just trying to kill animals what kind of creeps work in the city lights in their concrete glasshouses and grow into … Continue reading