Scotland\u2019s wildness captivates
\nConstant in its rectitude
\nsky scapes unbelievable
\nA living growing interlude
\nRealness actuality
\nAbsolute and sure
\nTowering mountains
\nSparkling streams
\nAnd forestry galore
\nWhat is the beating artery
\nLife in all its forms
\nTangible and considerable
\nThe earnest heart it warms
\nThe wholeness and the fullness
\nThe true integrity
\nUntouched unspoiled and virgin
\nIn a land of symphony<\/p>\n
Highlands moorlands slopes up onto
\nrising ground
\nSo much organic matter
\nAnd energy is found
\nLife in all its many forms
\nFrequent and thus create
\nA living breathing purpose
\nAnd entirely balanced state
\nTo imagine this profusion
\nEach vital spark of light
\nIn what is animated heaven
\nSurvivable and tight
\nA miracle of biospheres
\nA land of colours where
\nEverything is balanced
\nAnd easier to share<\/p>\n
Peacefulness apparent
\nA lushness and a bloom
\nHeathers grasses under storeys
\nSo much to consume
\nThe wilderness and expectation
\nReally everywhere
\nAnd the solemn silence
\nThat all wanderers May share
\nAnd then the human element
\nAssassins cometh to
\nStalk and frighten wild life
\nFeeding in full view
\nThey bring their stench of arrogance
\nTheir fetid leather smell
\nTheir guns their ammunition
\nTheir little piece of HELL<\/p>\n
They have to bring it into
\nA haven of sweet peace
\nWhere animals are wild and live
\nIn their godly release
\nFeeling so untroubled
\nBy their environment where they
\nFeed and have fed millennia
\nIn the pure light of each day
\nWomen, women hunters
\nBold as brass they be
\nOften clad from head to tail
\nIn camouflage they see
\nAnimals skins it\u2019s all about
\nThe rugged animation
\nKillers of the wild tribes
\nThat\u2019s their new salvation<\/p>\n
Going on hunting holidays
\nA safari to where you
\nCan ambush a hungry stag perhaps
\nAnd do what you must do
\nBlood your face with it\u2019s sticky blood
\nIf it\u2019s the first time you
\nHave pulled the trigger not realising
\nThe sinfulness it\u2019s true
\nKilling for the sake of it
\nFor the rush some people feel
\nThe rush of blood within their veins
\nThe animal for real
\nAlso feels the terrible rush
\nAs their life force drains away
\nAnd it\u2019s all down to the monster
\nThe hunters who today<\/p>\n
Really have the where for all
\nAnd all the fancy gear
\nShe has her fancy rifle
\nAnd her growing cheer
\nWatching handsome animals
\nFull of life and care
\nshot out of existence
\nAnd lying crumpled where
\nThey will lay forever
\nNever to breathe a sigh
\nNever to see the mountains
\nOr breathe the air on high
\nNever again to make their mark
\nOr love their lady fair
\nAnd all because some
\nSelfish women hunter\u2019s premiere
\nExpression was to slaughter
\nAt least two wondrous stags
\nTo bag them for her ego
\nTruly they are hags
\nInconsiderate selfishness
\nIrrational they be
\nThey argue in a circle
\nAn beg the question constantly<\/p>\n
Exacting joy from another\u2019s sadness
\nMental torment from a death
\nAnimals they suffer
\nMore so when the breath
\nOf one is gone forever
\nThat finality
\nCauses grief and sadness
\nAnd anxiety
\nThe hunter she is above all that
\nThat\u2019s a weakness she\u2019s been told
\nTo share the desolation
\nOf someone you were sold
\nOn and loved completely
\nTo know they are lying dead
\nThis morning you were with them
\nBut now they are filled with lead<\/p>\n
Behold the huntress women
\nWho wants to get you all
\nTo follow in her footsteps
\nTo hear her bloody call
\nTo arms to go out into the countryside
\nOf peace
\nWhere heaven is around every bend
\nBut where you can release
\nAll your pent up anger
\nWhere you can stalk and kill
\nPull the trigger on some rifle
\nAnd get your fucking thrill
\nBut it\u2019s over in a minute
\nThe victims motionless
\nA life that meant so very much
\nWhere No body cares a less<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Scotland\u2019s wildness captivates Constant in its rectitude sky scapes unbelievable A living growing interlude Realness actuality Absolute and sure Towering mountains Sparkling streams And forestry galore What is the beating artery Life in all its forms Tangible and considerable The … Continue reading