The balaclava warriors
\nThe angels of the field
\nThey really take a lot of stick
\nFrom the hunters who do build
\nAll sorts of class structure
\nThe plum in mouth brigade
\nWho love to kill The feral souls
\nAnd join their true parade<\/p>\n
They talk up the pest control
\nAspect of the chase
\nClad in their coats and breeches
\nWith denial on their face
\nThe collective yelp of hungry hounds
\nHark the famous horn
\nThey all love to break the law
\nAnd watch a wild fox torn<\/p>\n
To pieces by the rabid dogs
\nAnd all outside the law
\nThe saboteurs risk life and limb
\nTo stop the hunts for sure
\nWhat they do is illegal
\nIt lacks substance for a start
\nA superficiality
\nBy those without a heart<\/p>\n
Behold the balaclava folk
\nIntimately on fire
\nThey know the correlation
\nAnd really just how dire
\nThe fox feels chased to kingdom come
\nAnd back to meet its death
\nChoking like a demon whose
\nBeen relieved of breath<\/p>\n
Dont talk to me of culture
\nAs you tear across a wall
\nRip up peoples cloches
\nLike a banshee in a squall
\nAnd there is no compensation
\nFor the satiable desire
\nOf slaughtering a feral fox
\nAnd calling us a liar<\/p>\n
The hunters talk up class as if
\nWe care where they were born
\nMost are bloody tossers
\nOn that fact it does dawn
\nTo many what they are really like
\nInsufferable freaks
\nThe fino in the schooner
\nAnd the foie gras on their cheeks<\/p>\n
The cruelty is everywhere
\nThe hounds are often hung
\nAre put out of their misery
\nBefore their bell was rung
\nThe Hunting act was put in place
\nBut never did a thing
\nThe gentry know they are above the law
\nA fact they often sing<\/p>\n
All sorts climb upon their horse
\nImagining that they
\nAre somehow high and mighty
\nAnd the fox is made to pay
\nThe police come if they have to
\nBut can turn a blind eye
\nBlair understood the countryside
\nWe all know thats a lie<\/p>\n
Many hate the murdering
\nThe chase and the pursuit
\nThey dont want all this blood and guts
\nUsing any route
\nNear their precious premises
\nAnd argue the toss like mad
\nBut all they get is aggro
\nWhich honestly is sad<\/p>\n
The arrogance of the gangsters
\nWho really do not care
\nIncursions through your gardens
\nAre anything but rare
\nWhen they ride their chosen steeds
\nYou all get out the way
\nFor they are the lords and masters
\nOn any given day<\/p>\n
Their possession of lateral thinking
\nIs sadly lost and gone
\nReasonableness and discussion
\nIs not entered upon
\nIts all based on sophistry
\nThe claptrap of the rich
\nIts incongruous and unfounded
\nThey have no course to pitch<\/p>\n
They are apparently unwilling
\nTo confirm their sadistic stance
\nObstinate perversity
\nNothings done by chance
\nIts basically an evil
\nA streak of gash and gore
\nInsidious and injurious
\nTo the ferals on the floor<\/p>\n
Hunting causing abject fear
\nAnd believing it to be
\nExciting in the scheme of things
\nAnd hounds hung on a tree
\nToo weak to run the hunt it seems
\nAbused by sinful creeps
\nDressed in their hunting clobber
\nWho look down on us peeps<\/p>\n
The fox is pure perfection
\nA wild soul thick haired tail
\nHeading up a family
\nOut on the light trail
\nHapless in the face of danger
\nWretched watch them go
\nOften up against it
\nThough clearly in the know<\/p>\n
The authorities seem powerless
\nIt suits them maybe so
\nTo watch the landed gentry
\nLegislatively blow
\nThe rule of law to smithereens
\nHold down the working class
\nKind of look the other way
\nAnd let the huntsman pass<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The balaclava warriors The angels of the field They really take a lot of stick From the hunters who do build All sorts of class structure The plum in mouth brigade Who love to kill The feral souls And join … Continue reading