I want you to imagine something
\nYour feral roots are deep
\nYou live there in the mother earth
\nIt’s where your children sleep
\nYou have always been a dweller
\nIn the land and know the score
\nThe terrier men and the hunters
\nCan be knocking on your door<\/p>\n
Freedom that’s your birth right
\nEmancipation seems
\nFar away from reality
\nOnly perhaps in dreams
\nBut the earth holds such a bounty
\nAnd the mud and clay where you
\nHave made your home is set fast
\nIt’s warm and good and true<\/p>\n
You are free born and you are free bred
\nFootloose go as you please
\nBoundaries you have none of them
\nYour home amongst the trees
\nHas always been the answer
\nBut of course the man breed are
\nAbusing their station
\nIt’s there obligation
\nTo murder and to scar<\/p>\n
Untrammelled and unshackled
\nAnd independent soul
\nFree to roam the hedgerows
\nAlways in control
\nIt’s where you raise your family
\nAnd with your vixen lie
\nIt’s where your cubs are learning
\nTo live and to apply<\/p>\n
The wisdom of the feral ones
\nThe instinct and the fight
\nWe have to know the terrier men
\nAre out there in the night
\nWe have to feel their presence
\nWe hear the yapping cries
\nThe hunting men are coming
\nAnd we maybe their prize<\/p>\n
We have to feed our family
\nFor our love is like yours
\nWe have no supermarkets
\nBut we have a cause
\nTo fulfil on our journey
\nTo catch and feed so we
\nLike you can grow and represent
\nOur family sensitively<\/p>\n
As adversity is out there
\nWe are wily we are fast
\nWe know that in the countryside
\nOur pedigree is cast
\nWe are the scourge of the hunters
\nWith their horses and their power
\nAnd the packs of hounds and the terriers
\nAnd we have to work out how<\/p>\n
All of this can be achieved
\nFor the terror of the chase
\nOf the terrible eviction
\nWith blood all around the place
\nThe bleakness and humiliation
\nOf being evicted by
\nThe terrier men those rabid dogs
\nAnd we ask Anubis why<\/p>\n
We all are from the same stock
\nWhy is it dogs regress
\nAnd follow the evil of man unkind
\nWith all his bitter stress
\nWith his psychopathic tendencies
\nWhy does the canine breed
\nLoyally follow the master
\nAnd watch a brother bleed<\/p>\n
The misfortune of the feral souls
\nThe catastrophe can come
\nThe calamitous the ruinous
\nThe beating of the drum
\nThe digging out the flinty sparks
\nThe sod is wet with clay
\nWe have no place to run to
\nIf they find us we are away<\/p>\n
They pull us from our haven
\nAnd toss us in the air
\nThrow us to their hungry dogs
\nWhose rotten teeth they bare
\nThe agony of watching ones wife
\nTorn into shreds
\nAnd the children torn to pieces
\nThey pump minus their heads<\/p>\n
And then it’s your turn
\nYou are fodder in the hunters hand
\nCan you get the bite the bastard
\nMake him understand
\nYour bitterness your anger
\nAt what these fiends have done
\nExposed your family to their hell
\nAnd all of it for fun<\/p>\n
Blood sports are an anathema
\nThe countrymen do feel
\nThey have the right to search us out
\nAnd of course we know it’s real
\nThey are a bunch of heathens
\nTheir notoriety
\nHeld now in disfavour
\nAs they ought to be<\/p>\n
Ignoble and unworthy
\nShabby squalid fools
\nFull of vile bravado
\nThey make up their own rules
\nThe effrontery of eviction
\nIt’s a humiliating scene
\nTorn out of the earth are we
\nIt’s really most obscene<\/p>\n
It’s brazen and audacious
\nThe end comes fast and we
\nAre always thinking about the fact
\nOf that sharp hostility
\nAnd that is why we love each other
\nMore so everyday
\nWe know the black clouds do approach
\nAnd we know we have to pay<\/p>\n
We know men come to slaughter us
\nTo chase us and to kill
\nThat is why we are the way we are
\nAnd rarely are we still
\nThe terrier men and the hunting lot
\nAre a race of illiterate sods
\nThey need to feel the wrath themselves
\nAnubis and the gods<\/p>\n
Are awake to these violations
\nAnd some due release
\nMay come before too very long
\nWhen the fox and hare find peace
\nFor they have the worst intentions
\nThe gall and spiteful ness
\nThe malignancy that’s present
\nHow they seem obsessed<\/p>\n
With killing us and ridding us
\nOf freedom that we feel
\nMaligning us with evil words
\nAnd doing it with zeal
\nSherry swigging blackguards
\nSinners to the cause
\nUp pitying un consoling
\nAnd not prepared to pause<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want you to imagine something Your feral roots are deep You live there in the mother earth It’s where your children sleep You have always been a dweller In the land and know the score The terrier men and … Continue reading