How to be a murderer
\nPay your money take your choice
\nHow to put the end to life
\nFor a soul without a voice
\nAfrica the Cameroon
\nA place where herds of Eland are
\nGrass and leaves what that achieves
\nIs 15 to 20 years to be
\nWho you are in the scheme of things
\nAnd what you need to see<\/p>\n
The Eland grows to be the second largest
\nOf the antelopes
\nA savannah and plain antelope
\nOf the genus Bovidae
\nIt has a god to protect it
\nHATHOR a great guide of thought
\nAnd murdering scum
\nWho pay a sum
\nFor the right
\nTo thus abort
\nA trophy hunt
\nKnown as a slam
\n6000 dollars
\nTo try to cram
\nOther killings
\nIn a short space
\nThe stalk the hunt
\nDisgrace<\/p>\n
Bloodshed butchery
\nCarnage
\nA pure soul
\nTaken out
\n15-25 years reduced
\nEach slam
\nCreates the doubt
\nDeath being so final
\nThe hunter
\nPays and we
\nWitness a wild murdering
\nPhase of the truest infamy<\/p>\n
A wild soul murdered
\nBefore their time
\nUngodly from the start
\nOne second earlier
\nFull of joy
\nA trigger pulled
\nA busted heart
\nA slayer from 100 yards
\nA coward one has to say
\nShe Dare not look into her victims eyes
\nShe remained Too far away<\/p>\n
Her dream
\nAnother\u2019s nightmare
\nDeprived of life
\nOh dear
\nA bullet thrashed
\nInto my neck
\nPoleaxed me
\nAnd such fear
\nAt once it overwhelmed me
\nAs I was closing down
\nLosing sight of the savannah
\nAnd my leathery gown<\/p>\n
Falling forward
\nFeeling the soft ground
\nAt my head
\nLife was leaving rapidly
\nSoon I would be dead
\nIn the realm of Hathor
\nAnd the ancestors
\nSeemingly
\nI would meet my mother
\nAgain it seemed to me<\/p>\n
Humanity depraved and sick
\nAbused her position, she
\nPointed her rifle at my body
\nAnd killed me
\nApparently, with intent
\nOf being joyousness
\nSuch criminality
\nWhat is a heinous turn of events
\nMy death her strategy<\/p>\n
Cameroon the hot sun
\nThe river I could see
\nThe mountains and the blue sky
\nWhere I loved to be
\naggressively relieved I was
\nA tumultuous event
\nA massive jolt to life itself
\nAnd a life clearly mispent.<\/p>\n
As for the trophy hunters
\nWhat would become of me
\nMy skin of course would be leather
\nMy flesh meat eaten I\u2019d be
\nFilling up the stomachs of locals
\nNo doubt who
\nWould be eager to start a chomping
\nPossibly even you<\/p>\n
Consumption of a victim
\nMurdered before their time
\nIs loaded with toxic substances
\nThat will effect the chyme
\nThere is nothing satisfying
\nAbout consumption in this way
\nThe package includes taxidermy
\nSo where I end today<\/p>\n
Who knows death is final
\nNow the huntress who is she
\nShe is on social media
\nCrying passionately
\nAppearing frail and innocent
\nTearing up she be
\nUnworthy of such feelings
\nHer amorality
\nObvious to anyone
\nHer morals loose as hell
\nUnvirtuous and despairing
\nTrying hard to sell
\nHer guiltlessness and inoffensive
\nBlameless faultless way
\nWhen clearly for her iniquity
\nAnd transgression
\nShe will pay<\/p>\n
A high price every moment
\nShe never will be free
\nOf the torment and the pain
\nI feel
\nFor all eternity
\nWithin herself that horn slam
\nWas murder and most foul
\nAnd she is going to suffer
\nLong and hard
\nAnd she will howl<\/p>\n
Like a wounded wolf howls
\nIn the night
\nHer dreams one big nightmare
\nHer psyche so unlocked and butchered
\nShe will be aware
\nMy spirit and my mothers spirit
\nAnd Hathor too will be
\nInjected in her lousy heart
\nFor an eternity<\/p>\n
A delinquent of the order
\nComplicit in the sin
\nAiding and abetting
\nWith the safari men whose sin
\nIs heard all over AFRICA
\nThe taxidermy too
\nAll the ghastly creepy people
\nDoing what they do<\/p>\n
Sinners hardened criminals
\nWastrels of the plains
\nMiscreants and blackguards
\nCreating lifelong pains
\nVillains brutes and savages
\nCheats and liars they
\nAll call themselves hunters
\nBut at the back end of each day<\/p>\n
There suffering is grotesque
\nHeartless violent fools
\nWho abandoned all their goodness
\nThey broke all their own rules
\nWitless vile despisers
\nRotten through and through
\nDegenerates who paid the price
\nWhose lives just spent askew<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s give thanks for life
\nand remember each of the victims fondly and forever <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How to be a murderer Pay your money take your choice How to put the end to life For a soul without a voice Africa the Cameroon A place where herds of Eland are Grass and leaves what that achieves … Continue reading