SPorts and death and conservation
\nCulture tradition it’s no usalvation
\nAnd of course those no good arses
\nI call them psychopaths who all need glasses
\nTo every sink hole everywhere..
\nLet them share in our despair
\nThey shoot to kill they maim they hurt
\nAnd leave us face down in the dirt<\/p>\n
Our natural lives are short compared
\nTo them but we are seldom spared
\nHigh powered rifles what chance we
\nLost souls we are far from free
\nCamouflage is what they wear
\nIn hides they sit they are always there
\nReady to just blow us away
\nThats the order of the day<\/p>\n
It’s for their amusement after all
\nTheir satisfaction that’s why they trawl
\nThe countryside and the wilderness
\nIn their city haunts they build up such stress
\nBut the open road and the four by four
\nAnd the shot gun sticking out the door
\nChampagne on ice and some roasted game
\nIt’s wonderful that’s what they claim<\/p>\n
And by killing us the locals can
\nBe fed and watered Their master plan
\nThe Tory hordes in their mansions say
\nThey can share the spoils for that’s their way
\nSo our wretched lives are the spoils of war
\nThat’s what we were created for
\nSo the soft bummed idiots irksome hours
\nJust watching us die gave them new powers<\/p>\n
They were the hunters and further afield
\nTo the African bush what that does yield
\nIs real big game the canned variety
\nA hunting lodge and notoriety
\nNo need to trek it’s all laid on
\nOut of the cage and bang you are gone
\nAt least we know what it’s about
\nWe are part of the senseless rout<\/p>\n
The lame excuse is the local poor
\nCan get free meat and so ignore
\nThe cowards who supposedly give away
\nOur flesh and because of course we pay
\nWith our precious lives No one wants to die
\nEven a cage just to sit or lie
\nIn the rubble and dust is better by far
\nThan a gun up your arse from a stationary car<\/p>\n
Our epitaph if there is one here
\nIs enjoy your second pint of beer
\nPull the trigger and watch us flag
\nHigh fives all round we are in your bag
\nUp on some wall in Timbuctoo
\nLooking down on cunts like you<\/p>\n
From a weary Lion <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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