A life, for these trappers
\nor hunters means nothing
\nhonestly, nothing at all
\nthey themselves imagine
\nthat they have the right
\nto murder a wild soul
\nand that is al’right!<\/p>\n
just for the bounty
\nthat someone will pay
\nfor the skin
\nand the victims may suffer
\nall day<\/p>\n
just imagine their thoughts
\ntheir family, unaware
\nalthough wild one’s
\ncan kind of know
\nand both share
\nthat bond, so for one
\nto be trapped in this way
\nsends out an alarm
\nto the other I’d say<\/p>\n
but the deceitful hunter
\nthat great lover boy
\nman for all seasons
\nsome jerk could employ
\nsome women might kiss
\nand some child might call Dad
\nbut really this heartless
\ndespicable cad<\/p>\n
is a, soulless infidel
\na vile, nasty sort
\nto set up a trap
\nknowing flesh will get
\ncaught
\nwildness is beaten by true agony
\nand when the hunter comes
\nthen perilously
\nthen frantically
\nthe poor soul will depart
\nwith a boot on its chest
\nthereby stopping it’s heart<\/p>\n
the torture and horror
\nof death in this way
\nis really a terribly
\nshocking display
\nit lacks understanding
\nof what pain’s about
\nfor me, its apparent
\nand I am, in no doubt
\nthat the trapper is evil
\nhe sells his soul
\nfor somebody’s skin
\nhe sets the goal
\nfor a measly sum
\nto buy fags, possibly
\nor a glass of cold liquor
\nthat sweet soulful plea
\nof the wild one was unheard
\nthe hunter’s, a knave
\na coward, in iniquity
\nno one would save<\/p>\n
from himself
\nfrom his karma
\nof course it does build
\nand one day alone
\nin a cold muddy field
\nwhen he drops on his knees
\nand cries to the sky
\nas the life force expels
\nand he has to die
\nalone in the mud
\nlike so many before
\nthe hunter
\nthe evil
\njust a bloke from next door<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To sacrifice wild animals of any description for their skin and fur, is to my mind the most nasty thing humans can do for what turns out, to be pin money for them<\/p>\n