The impulse to kill
\nThe excitement so called
\nA sort of arousal for some
\nAaron a prophet a brother of Moses
\nBut a hunter today leaves me numb<\/p>\n
To the Arrogance out there
\nThe feeling that they
\nCan do what they like
\nIf they choose to pay
\nIt\u2019s all about money
\n30,000 to shoot
\nA Pachyderm tusker
\nWhich I do refute
\nGoing for trophies
\nTo return with the head
\nTo sample the flesh
\nThat really led
\nHim to travel to Africa
\nYea from LA
\n10 thousand miles
\nJust for one day<\/p>\n
In reality callous
\nA heart of stone
\nAloof and distant
\nUnruffled alone
\nWith his thoughts
\nOn the subject
\nHe has his ideas
\nAnd downing an elephant
\nHe has no fears<\/p>\n
a majestic soul
\nSo wanting to be
\nAlive and experiencing
\nLife\u2019s constancy
\nLives where he was put
\nBy GODS own fair hand
\nBut a crane driver For LA
\nThinks that it\u2019s Grand<\/p>\n
To shoot down this soul
\nHe has money, to pay
\nAnd with that money
\nCan blow souls away
\nlife forms sensitives
\nCreatures of age
\nBut the crane driver\u2019s
\nPaid up
\nAnd just feels that rage<\/p>\n
Calls us cry babies
\nThat some of us care
\nfor taking the elephants side
\nHe, unaware
\nOf the elephants need
\nTo breathe the warm Air
\nTo taste the green leaves
\nAnd to walk everywhere<\/p>\n
The elephants joy
\nMeans nothing to him
\nHis prodigality spent on a whim
\nAnd the great heartache
\nThe waking nightmare
\nOf an elephant Coming to grief
\nOn a prayer
\nOf the Crane Driver Hunter
\nWhose killed many souls
\nStalked them and murdered
\nThem, taken the roles
\nOf assassin because he had money
\nAnd he
\nCould spend it how he liked
\nEnding lives constantly<\/p>\n
It took five shots
\nTo kill the elephant who
\nHe shot in the head first
\nAnd it sunk, as some do
\nOn its knees crying out
\nIn such pain little thoughts
\nPassing by rapidly
\nFor now he sports
\nA raging he fires three more shots
\nTo the head
\nOver three minutes
\nBangs in the lead!<\/p>\n
The victim falters
\nThat pain it was fierce
\nHis suffering wretched
\nThe bullets did pierce
\nThe angst and the anguish
\nHis one tortured eye
\nSaw the crane driver hunter
\nBefore he did die<\/p>\n
The creep took his time
\nAnd the elephant knew
\nSuffered in silence
\nLike turning a screw
\nIn ones brain but the killer
\nWas satisfied he
\nWas the greatest of hunters
\nEnabled and free<\/p>\n
He has his excuses
\nIt\u2019s good what he does
\nHe spends his hard earned
\nAnd he gets a buzz
\nAs the largest land animal
\nTeeters and falls
\nHe hears its last rumble
\nAnd know that his balls<\/p>\n
are bigger than cry babies
\nOne such as I
\nWho watch and Who listen
\nFor the victim, I cry
\nIf big balls equates
\nTo a heart made of stone
\nThan I feel very proud
\nTo also be alone<\/p>\n
Then To hack off its head
\nTo be stuffed and sent back
\nAmerica ought to stop trophies
\nThey lack
\nTrue sensitivity
\nCadavers and more
\nI hear that in fact they Are changing
\nThe law<\/p>\n
And although he paid 10,000 dollars
\nTo stuff
\nThe elephants head
\nEnough is enough!<\/p>\n
They chopped up the animal
\nAnd so I hear
\nHe ate some steak chewed it
\nUp, all of that fear
\nAll that adrenaline
\nAll of that hurt
\nThe crane driver hunter
\nWill never convert<\/p>\n
Cry babies thankfully
\nAnd Peta will see
\nIf they can force hunters
\nTo cease urgently
\nThe animal tribes
\nHave as much right to be
\nLiving their lives
\nIn a true harmony<\/p>\n
Where Elephants die
\nAnd others will come
\nTo pay their respects
\nAnd of course some
\nWill feed on their flesh
\nWill chew Bone and skin
\nAnd it\u2019s soul will be free
\nOf what is man made sin.<\/p>\n
So close to KRUGER NATIONAL PARK
\nthe elephant strayed into their activity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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