We die in our droves
\nSacrificed for
\nThe men with guns
\nThose to abhor
\nSelfish Unsettling
\nEgoists who
\nHave a monopolistic
\nAnd covetous view<\/p>\n
The moors the expanse
\nThe heather the sky
\nThe great spirit of kings
\nAll of that is a lie
\nIt\u2019s an evil an ungodly
\nDegeneracy
\nThat exposes their soul
\nTo the limits we see<\/p>\n
Nature and wildness
\nAn impeccable scene
\nA great web of life force
\nAbundantly green
\nPredation and prey
\nIn a true righteousness
\nBehold the unprincipled
\nThe transgressors who
\nHave nefarious reasons
\nFor all that they do<\/p>\n
We die in our droves
\nIn what is now obscene
\nIt\u2019s unjustifiable
\nSo many mean
\nPeople about
\nBelieving that they
\nHold all the rights
\nWhatever we say<\/p>\n
Aiding and abetting
\nSuch conduct abroad
\nSo many wild souls
\nDie by the sword
\nQuietly it\u2019s thrust
\nIn the dead of the night
\nUnashamed and unblushing
\nHow is it right<\/p>\n
The twelfth of August
\nit is the event
\nThey call it glorious
\nAs if it were meant
\nAll of Gods creatures
\nHave value and they
\nAre indeed miracles
\nHeld in good sway<\/p>\n
So much obduracy
\nNever remorse
\nIt\u2019s all about murder
\nWhat of the source
\nConscienceless brazen
\nFor The families that mourn
\nWhilst grossness and high living
\nShooters just yawn
\naround the table
\nTheir hunting prowess
\nBraces of Red Grouse
\nWho witnessed the stress
\nWho escaped to the sky
\nWhere the shooters lay still
\nGun after gun
\nRecording the kill<\/p>\n
It\u2019s the shooting that does it
\nBrings life to the moors
\nThe elite and the thoughtless
\nThey come in their scores
\nIt\u2019s the gentlemen\u2019s relish
\nTo conquer the fear
\nTo murder as many
\nAnd just bring the cheer<\/p>\n
The indiscipline of it
\nSuch Indulgent souls
\nRaping the countryside
\nTaking on roles
\nOf what are wrong doing
\nAnd improbity
\nSo many dying
\nThe dishonesty
\nPrevailing and sadly
\nInglorious would
\nBe the true title
\nFor there is no good<\/p>\n
Coming out of this
\nThe death and disquiet
\nStink holes and traps
\nHow can this be right
\nPunished for being
\nWhere we were placed
\nThe ultimate price
\nUtter distaste<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We die in our droves Sacrificed for The men with guns Those to abhor Selfish Unsettling Egoists who Have a monopolistic And covetous view The moors the expanse The heather the sky The great spirit of kings All of that … Continue reading