I have experienced life first hand
\nBeing the son of a Poacher man
\nA countryman in the nineteen twenties
\nIn a family 10 boys and 2 girls an
\nLiving in lower BEADING in Sussex
\nAll that time ago
\nHares and trout and deer about
\nWhen Boys just had to know<\/p>\n
How to tickle trout and see off Game
\nAnd get their tea
\nSo my father encouraged us to help him
\nAnd to be
\nWitH the chickens and the rabbits
\nAnd to see they didn\u2019t run
\nTo collect the eggs and kill the birds
\nWhen their time on earth was done<\/p>\n
Something I would never do
\nI mean it wasn\u2019t right
\nWe had some 20 chickens
\nAnd a dozen rabbits I
\nCould no more ring their tender necks
\nWith my hands and see them die
\nI was called the cissy
\nThe writer of poems who
\nShould be wearing dresses
\nIt\u2019s not what good sons do<\/p>\n
And so when I read of the van Heerdens
\nA hunting family they
\nClearly followed their father
\nIn the most awful way
\nThey run a mean safari group
\nIn South Africa I hear
\nWhere you can kill farmed Lions
\nHalf cocked something not to fear<\/p>\n
Picked up and petted by children
\nTaken from their mum
\nAll their lives in cages
\nThey make a fair old sum
\nKilling is called harvesting
\nOriginally you see
\nWorkers on the lands
\nWere called farmers actually<\/p>\n
But it became so lucrative
\nto just breed Lions
\nAnd use
\nTheir bodies and their bone structure
\nReally just abuse
\nThe greatest Kings that ever walked
\nBe brutal everyday
\nTrophy Lions for Heartless twits
\nWho cannot wait to pay<\/p>\n
It\u2019s so profitable more so than
\nGrowing fruit
\nFarming lions the profit margin
\nReally it does suit
\nEvery greedy bugger in South
\nAfrica does give
\nHis heart and soul to Canned hunting
\nWhere fewer wild lIONs live<\/p>\n
Off the chart and money will be
\nComing past your door
\nHand over fist can you resist
\nKilling them and more
\nIt\u2019s cruelty personified
\nAnd all you have to be
\nIs evil right down through your guts
\nInto eternity<\/p>\n
And that is what is happening
\nBastards in the West
\nWho earned their princely sums
\nDoing things I do detest
\nAnd then go off to Africa
\nand strut their stuff and will
\nKill the drugged up victims
\nWatch the blood just spill<\/p>\n
Out of them they sit there
\nThinking we are their friends
\nThey may even walk right up to us
\nBut that is where it ends
\nThe rifles pop like crazy
\nA lot of shots to kill
\nAnd many miss they take the piss
\nTheir actions they just chill<\/p>\n
In earnest we should close them down
\nEvery single one
\nthrow the bastards into gaol
\nThe only exercise they get
\nIs being whipped from head to tail
\nUse the cat o nine tails on them.
\nScar them up for life
\nBrand them murdering devils
\nLet them live the strife<\/p>\n
The trophy I would give them
\nIs feed them to the sharks
\nThe great whites would appreciate
\nEating all these nArks
\nRotters bandits spivs and traitors
\nThat\u2019s their reward we
\nDip them in fresh blood and guts
\nAnd dip them in the sea<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have experienced life first hand Being the son of a Poacher man A countryman in the nineteen twenties In a family 10 boys and 2 girls an Living in lower BEADING in Sussex All that time ago Hares and … Continue reading