They came perilously close
\nTo the status of trolls
\nArrogant blighters
\nWho have lost all controls
\nOut hunting foxes
\nAnd killed their mama
\nThen killed her sweet cubs
\nEach one was a star<\/p>\n
Each had expectations
\nOf the wildness within
\nOf reliance and confidence
\nHow they might win
\nFull of expectation
\nSuch amazement we see
\nMurdered for no reason
\nReally to be<\/p>\n
Laid out in a picture
\nThe conquest on show
\nThey killed a mother
\nAnd her babies below
\nA meaningless slaughter
\nThe gibbering three
\nCrouched on the grass
\nAs we can all see<\/p>\n
The poor vixen gave of herself
\nAnd lies dead
\nWhatever they used
\nThey destroyed her head
\nTheir stealth and dishonesty
\nThere so that we
\nCan imagine their evil
\nAnd how it must be<\/p>\n
The drama remarkable
\nIn the bold light
\nThey all were rejected
\nAnd thrust into the night
\nAnd there they remain
\nLifeless and still
\nPlucked from this planet
\nBut not with goodwill<\/p>\n
Such a disservice
\nAn outrage in fact
\nAnd posted on face book
\nHow do we react
\nTo this awful admission
\nAnd parading it so
\n7 lost babies
\nAnd their vixen laid low<\/p>\n
On their pretext of hunting
\nTheir engagement with sport
\nBut such an apology
\nFor such mean thought
\nClearly the track led
\nSomewhere beyond
\nAway from the natural world
\nAnd their mothers bond<\/p>\n
And they had no purpose
\nThese trolls of the night
\nSupposedly human
\nBut I don ‘t think thats right
\nClearly no goodness just virulent
\nThought
\nThe gun shops had hunted them down
\nThey were caught<\/p>\n
Up in the excitement executing their dream
\nOf murdering wild life
\nWhat a sick team
\nMalefic intentions
\nRuinous too
\nAll those sad babies
\nTheir existence now through<\/p>\n
Imagine the mother
\nKnowing the result
\nSeeing her babies
\nAnd their assault
\nFeeling their agony
\nSharing her pain
\nAnd just being gunned down
\nTill her life did drain<\/p>\n
The perfect family
\nLost to the world
\nThe bullets were flying
\nEvery which way were hurled
\nDeliverance possibly
\nRedemption could be
\nFor the foxes for certain
\nBut not for the three<\/p>\n
They would go to a fire hole
\nAnd burn in the sky
\nTheir sex organs burning
\nBefore they can die
\nAs they dance in the flames
\nAs their screams we can hear
\nLets smile for a moment
\nAnd just let a tear<\/p>\n
Fall wipe it off our face
\nThink of the fox
\nThink of her babies
\nLaid under the rocks
\nFor an age they will be there
\nWaiting to be
\nComing back to the spot
\nWhere they left hopefully<\/p>\n
They called themselves hunters
\nSkilful of eye
\nHeartless and soulless
\nWho ask themselves why
\nThey thought to kill babies
\nAnd the mother as well
\nFor by doing this
\nThey booked their ticket to Hell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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