That kindly disposition
\nThat amiability
\nA family with such closeness
\nWith wild ability
\nResponsiveness and caring
\nChivalrous both be
\nThe great Mother behind them
\nOverflowing empathy
\nUp against pure cussedness
\nThe spitefulness of man
\nWho calls himself a hunter
\nMaking out he has a plan
\nAcerbity and rancour
\nA gloating unholy war
\nA passion for disturbing
\nAn Earth like none before<\/p>\n
The law was set to protect them
\nBut barbarity stands firm
\nThe ferocity where anger
\nMakes the innocent just squirm
\nA family full of newness
\nBlind and deaf perhaps
\nOut there in the sunshine
\nReally in the laps
\nOf Anubis in the high trees
\nHowling in the forest dark
\nThe injurious are coming
\nThe hooves have reached the park
\nThe hounds they smell the wildness
\nCast the evil eye
\nFoul-mouthed drunken swiggers
\nWhose every words a lie<\/p>\n
The dark clouds hanging over
\nThe thunder of the throng
\nThe fear and intimidation
\nIt\u2019s very very strong
\nWith viper in their bosom
\nThey spit and spat and cry
\nAnd chase the rabid hunter
\nUnderneath a purple sky
\nA soft heart in a bleeding soul
\nA crimson brush and he
\nTakes flight and fleet of foot
\nThrough copse and thorn we see
\nA fire beyond emotion
\nAnd a jealous rivalry
\nCompetitive of spirit
\nWith a will to just break free<\/p>\n
His splendid obligation
\nHe has his prescriptive right
\nDespite the hounds rebellious run
\nHe feels and sees the light
\nThe reverential freedom
\nHis vixen holed up, she
\nHis lover in the moment
\nIs where he wants to be
\nThe snooty superciliousness
\nOf the hunt\u2019s fat arses they
\nTally ho let\u2019s mock and flout
\nOffhanded as we play
\nScornful and unflattering
\nWhip hand in the air
\ngather the legs and run like hell
\nFor the family is to where<\/p>\n
The babes and sucklings savour
\nUnerring and undefiled
\nWhilst the chasing criminality
\nAll of them have dialled
\nInto their true killing spree
\nAnd recant not them for they
\nHave the arrogance in them
\nAt the end of every day
\nThe police they turn a blind eye
\nThe yobs forever strong
\nThe law is there for breaking
\nIt\u2019s the SABs now seen as wrong
\nMasked up so called angels
\nWho interfere and try
\nAnd save the wild ones regularly
\nWho might otherwise all die<\/p>\n
Their purity of morals
\nFaultless to a tee
\nPrudence justice temperance
\ndutiful they be
\nThey set a good example
\nThey are the shining light
\nOn the side of the angels
\nPraiseworthy and right<\/p>\n
Punished for their courage
\nChastised for their toil
\nEach day a day of reckoning
\nWhen tempers clearly boil
\nOver and where wickedness
\nAnd iniquitous desire
\nCan end up in a muddy ditch
\nUnder considerable fire<\/p>\n
From crowds of the unpardonable
\nBelieving themselves to be
\nIn the right transgressing
\nOn land that\u2019s there\u2019s who see
\nCarping niggling victims
\nWhose unswerving dignity
\nReally puts their backs up
\nThe enlightened ones who see
\nAs knights in shining armour
\nIn a seraphic glow
\nThey are the true saviours
\nOf the wild souls down below.<\/p>\n
To the Saboteurs all over this fair land<\/p>\n
Your valour and your love goes before you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
That kindly disposition That amiability A family with such closeness With wild ability Responsiveness and caring Chivalrous both be The great Mother behind them Overflowing empathy Up against pure cussedness The spitefulness of man Who calls himself a hunter Making … Continue reading