Animals have rights
\nBut these wild souls perished
\nIn hails of gunfire
\nTogether, alone
\nRunning away from a maddening
\nFire storm cowards
\nMurdering and taunting
\nWe all must disown
\nThese squalid of tainted and
\nMental case wallers
\n500 wild deer trapped in a space
\nWalled up so no escape
\nHunted to death
\nBy the warped and demented
\nAn utter disgrace.<\/p>\n
Imagine the fear
\nThe impoverished spirit
\nDepraved and degenerate
\nAfflicted fools
\n16 vile humans
\nA so called hunting zone
\nAt Torrebela Tourist Farm
\nWhere madness rules
\nWild deers and wild boars
\nWith no where to run to
\n16 guns firing
\nIt was a war
\nChauvenist arse oles
\nHawkish and nasty
\nA taste for blood
\nAnd dogfights galore<\/p>\n
Combatant muggers
\nChasing the innocent
\nSo called sharp shooters
\nThe smell of success
\nFear you could taste
\nIt
\nAs more and more bodies
\nFell to the ground
\nOf what was so much stress
\nMaligned and ruinous
\nOminous hostile
\nAccursed each animal
\nFrightened to death
\nInquisitorial
\nExacting unsparing
\nOur inner feelings
\nOf fighting for breath<\/p>\n
Throbbing pulsating
\nIntense palpitating
\nHeartache and weariness
\nPurgatory
\nWretchedness misery
\nTension anxiety
\nAngst ridden down trodden
\nMelancholy
\nWrithing and squirming
\nOffended disgusted
\nNo where to run to
\nNo where to go
\nWhere ever we ran
\nThere were guns waiting for us
\nContinual harassment
\nA joyless flow<\/p>\n
All of us feeling
\nA true realisation
\nRueful and woeful
\nA harrowing time
\nAll of us martyrs
\nProvoked and maddening
\nLittle relief
\nfrom the mud and the slime
\nGasping for air
\nAs our spirits were leaving us
\nSwallowing blood
\nAnd suffering so
\nAs these arseholes just remnants
\nOf some ugly army
\nSet out to murder us
\nIn one sick show<\/p>\n
Breast after breast heaving
\nAnd sighing
\nA wild requiem the toll of the knell
\nBodies all over the place
\nCracked and broken
\nFrightfully shocking
\nOur peacefulness hell
\nDread awe and terror
\nScare and stampede
\nRunning here running there
\nNo where to heed
\nHeroines knights angels
\nApparent
\nShot to death anyway
\nAnd left to bleed<\/p>\n
In what was a wonderland
\nBushes and great trees
\nAn enchanted place
\nFull of magical things
\nAnd now put to death
\nBy this brazen assumption
\nThese terrible monsters
\nSucking our breath
\nMany lie butchered
\nIn pools of blood
\nOthers asleep
\nNot hearing the thud
\nOf heart beats beside them
\nOr the hatred around
\nThe antagonism
\nSunk into the ground<\/p>\n
Anger was rising
\nA great bloody mist
\nResentment was smouldering
\nWho will enlist
\nThe laws of the country
\nThe policing for we
\nMust see long convictions
\nAnimosity
\nWrathfulness
\nRampage the venting of spleen
\nInfuriation
\nWhere once there was green
\nNow crimson froth
\nHanging off thorn and bough
\nWhere the rats and the crows
\nAre feasting and how<\/p>\n
As for these hunters
\nSuch malevolence they
\nThe worst intentions
\nA rancorous display
\nDamning and blasting
\nNeedful that they
\nPay with their freedom
\nFor all this dismay
\nLocked up and whipped
\nLet their backs bleed awhile
\nRub salt in the lashes
\nLet them feel vile
\nBlackguards the lot of them
\nWithout excuse
\nA plague of murdering scum
\nBag abuse<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Animals have rights But these wild souls perished In hails of gunfire Together, alone Running away from a maddening Fire storm cowards Murdering and taunting We all must disown These squalid of tainted and Mental case wallers 500 wild deer … Continue reading