A sen child
\nWent hunting
\nIn his purple wheel chair
\nHis coward of a father his daddy in tow
\nClearly a really weird kind of a pastime
\nThe world of murder for those in the know<\/p>\n
A deer a sweet baby gunned down
\nBy the sen child
\nFeeding perhaps on a gentle refrain
\nLift up the rifle
\nJust pull the trigger
\nThe adrenaline rush
\nAnd the exploitive pain<\/p>\n
There lies the deer
\nGone lost forever
\nFor a few minutes of fun
\nA victim lays dead
\nThe father is there
\nWith his camouflage trousers
\nA smile on his face
\nAnd paints till he is red<\/p>\n
Bloodies the boy with the dear victims
\nLife force
\nThe blood from the animal
\nWipes here and there
\nWhat is the sense of this innocents slaughter
\nWhy give its family so much despair<\/p>\n
Lifting the boy from his purple wheel chair
\nTake him over to the dead deers side
\nThis will now haunt him for ever and ever
\nOne day he will know that his father has lied
\nWhen he comes to his senses and feels all that
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\nWhen the blood from the deer on his face it does stain
\nWhen his mother sees that what will she feel
\nThe tastelessness of it he cannot conceal<\/p>\n
Men so called hunters alone in the forest
\nCalling up gusto impressing their son
\nThis is vulgarity boorish behaviour
\nHonestly truthfully what have they done
\nThe deer was a noble child living a wild life
\nNot bothering anyone alone was he
\nAnd they were all armed to the teeth with their rifles
\nWhat chance had the deer who thought he was free<\/p>\n
No chance at all these so called hunters
\nCorrupting the child with this evil regard
\nWheres the humility where is the pity
\nKarmA is breaking and breaking hard
\nInglorious action from this hunting faction
\nCrest fallen souls bloodied and gone
\nCocky and brash upstarts these hunters
\nWho breed out their violence and spread it upon<\/p>\n
The world we all see it we feel it we know it
\nThe peacefulness that Mother nature imparts
\nThe trees and the plants and the winding old river
\nAll of this beauty lifts all our hearts
\nThen comes the bang and the crash and the mayhem
\nThese so called hunters the grump arses who
\nCome to the forest and shatter the dreamland
\nThe wonderment really for thats what they do<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A sen child Went hunting In his purple wheel chair His coward of a father his daddy in tow Clearly a really weird kind of a pastime The world of murder for those in the know A deer a sweet … Continue reading