The Hunting Act 2004
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Hostility it hangs
\nIn clouds around the forest where
\nThe red one stalks
\nAnd breathes the wondrous
\nIce clad December air
\nDissension in the countryside
\nA jarring disharmony
\nThe frost that encrusts the barest boughs
\nAbove those who now be
\nCaught in a bickering quarrelsome state
\nWhere countrymen whose eyes
\nAre firmly on the countryside
\nThe blood fued that underlies
\nThe conflict and controversy
\nOver the so called act
\nEvery altercation and how we all react
\nHunter and protector and those
\nWho truly care
\nFor their beloved foxes
\nWho share the wintry air<\/p>\n
The battle cries the brazeness
\nThe horses and those who
\nDemonstrate their defiance
\nDoing what they do
\nBreaking through the so called act
\nWanting so to kill
\nThe red one whose bravura
\nAnd whose blood they want to spill
\nThere can\u2019t be conciliation
\nTheir belligerence their curse
\nThey hate our friends the wild fox
\nAnd there is nothing worse
\nStrategy thats possible
\nreminding them what they
\nDo here in the countryside
\nIs create so much dismay<\/p>\n
I beg them see my wild friend
\nThough Obstinacy is everywhere
\nWe do not want to fight
\nThe bellicosity
\nAnd the despair<\/p>\n
My beloved lad
\nWhose earth is his domain
\nSo Leave him be
\nfor he is worthy of our love
\nAnd our constancy
\nForgo the laws of heaven
\nHis ingenuity
\nHis stealth his guile
\nHis wondrous style
\nEvading the likes of thee
\nThe toff whose off and running
\nWith his fino and his swag
\nHaving the prerogative
\nOf A power trip in his bag
\nA master at the end of it
\na tyrant so to say
\nIn my eyes just an idiot
\nAt the end of the day
\nA constable
\nA farmer as arrogant as can be
\nHe wears his badge of office
\nBut the truth will never see
\nProtected by the inertia
\nThe insensitivity
\nThe half hearted lukewarm
\nUninspired soulless parsimony
\nThe true beauty of the countryside
\nOf the wildness that abounds
\nOf the seasons and the reasons
\nThat naturalness astounds<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Hunting Act 2004 ********************** Hostility it hangs In clouds around the forest where The red one stalks And breathes the wondrous Ice clad December air Dissension in the countryside A jarring disharmony The frost that encrusts the barest boughs … Continue reading