Hunters who take out Buffalo\u2019s
\nWith crossbow bolts held true
\nShould stop and think of the agony
\nThey put the animal through
\nThis bovine beast of burden
\nWith a beating heart so wild
\nIs ambushed in home territory
\nHe is Painfully defiled<\/p>\n
Up there in The outback
\nHunkering to kill
\nYou come upon a lonesome guy
\nFeeding, and You spill
\nHis blood with scorn and mockery
\nwith disparagement so vile
\nTwo arrows hit the target
\nThat\u2019s your hunting style<\/p>\n
I so detest your reasoning
\nThat\u2019s an understatement here
\nLeave well alone I\u2019m bewildered
\nBy your arrogance it\u2019s clear
\n2 arrows to possess him
\nCross bow bolts they be
\nTremendous force with love of course
\nBut does his soul fly free<\/p>\n
No he leaves a blood trail
\nAs he tries to limp away
\nThis miracle of Nature
\nThat you decide to slay
\nWas it because you were hungry
\nAnd needed his flesh oh no
\nJust because you can ambush
\nA warrior and show
\nall your pals how clever
\nA hunter you have become
\nTaking on The monster
\nSending it to kingdom come<\/p>\n
What if you had no more Arrows
\nThen what might you do
\nBut of course you are lousy shot
\nSo two more they will ring true
\nDisrespect and wickedness
\nThe order of your day
\nYou are going to bust his raging heart
\nAnd send him on his way<\/p>\n
The Fun of it your courage
\nThis ungulate in pain
\nA miracle of sterner stuff
\nThan you who is insane
\nSighing crying dying
\nAt a faster rate
\nYou creep up on him quietly
\nYou violent reprobate<\/p>\n
Again you hadn\u2019t killed him
\nThat was very clear
\nYou are just the felon
\nAnd let me say my tear
\nIs for the warrior Buffalo
\nNot for the likes of you
\nUnprincipled and shameless
\nUnethical you drew
\nOut this animals misery
\nYou tortured him
\nand he
\nDug his horns into
\nYour rump he gored
\nYou instantly<\/p>\n
I see a lot of people
\nWell wishers who have heard
\nYour story Just how bravely
\nYou Killed
\nAnd what occurred
\nTo me the beast passed
\nTo a place
\nWhere he can be at peace
\nAnd one hope your wounds Are painful
\nAnd your hunting days
\nWill cease<\/p>\n
But I hear after the skin grafts
\nYou want To go again
\nLoad up on the arrows though
\nFor it is very plain
\nYour a lousy shot mate
\nA murderer more so
\nAnd I hope each hour of pain
\nReminds you It\u2019s best you really know<\/p>\n
Fate or wild life karma
\nHas a peculiar way
\nOf feeding off the disparagement
\nThat is going to come your way
\nHATHOR is the great god
\nAnd other wild souls will
\nBe more engaged and more enraged
\nAs it\u2019s your blood they will spill.<\/p>\n
So hold that thought and make sure
\nThat When you go again
\nThis time they are after you
\nYour blood trail
\nTheir disdain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hunters who take out Buffalo\u2019s With crossbow bolts held true Should stop and think of the agony They put the animal through This bovine beast of burden With a beating heart so wild Is ambushed in home territory He is … Continue reading