Black god and pigeon extremes
\nFrom his chosen arsenal
\nAfter the crows and jackdaws
\nWho must feed
\nThey love their roosts
\nIn down town yea East Sussex
\nHides built decoys in place
\nPerhaps a dead one flapping
\nWhen the crows come back
\nThey know maybe the trapping
\nThe shooting is about to happen
\nAnd nothing feeding anywhere
\nBut then the birds are hungry
\nAnd want to land to share<\/p>\n
Bangers that won\u2019t scare them
\nThey will dig in the line
\nAnd put a good few drills up
\nIt makes the old sun shine
\nBut farmers get all shitty
\nLosing dosh they say
\nforgetting it\u2019s the countryside
\nAnd where the wild birds play<\/p>\n
The trouble is the game shooters
\nAnd The gamekeepers around
\nEmploy the shooters and give them
\nSpace to go to ground
\nChampions a lot of them
\nEgo is their thing
\nGoing around the world winning hardware
\nThey can bring
\nback for respective clients
\nWho want some shooting done
\nand it\u2019s the corvidae that get it
\non SPRING days in the sun<\/p>\n
Some decoys and a flapping dead bird
\nBut nothing else around
\nHiding in his purpose built hide
\nA Perazzi pound for pound
\nThe best gun to get to grips with them
\nWatch them hit the deck
\nMost of them dead to the world
\nWith a broken neck<\/p>\n
The Perezzi comes from Botticino
\nIn BRESCIA and we
\nKnow that place is locked down
\nAnd how corona tragically
\nIs decimating communities
\nAnd might just put an end
\nTo the making of this weaponry
\nWhich can never be a friend<\/p>\n
Of those of us against the killings
\nOf wildlife everywhere
\nThe fact this guy at six years old
\nLearned then how to share
\nThe killings and went on to make
\nThese guns these weapons to kill
\nThey only know how to take
\nThem out and more of their blood to spill.<\/p>\n
Our hope that wild birds everywhere
\nCan actually breathe again
\nShooters will be banned from shooting
\nCausing all this pain
\nAnd suffering to wild souls
\nWinged souls of the wild
\nWho should be left alone to feed
\nAnd not be so defiled<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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