They are what they are
\nIndiscriminate creeps
\nThey call themselves hunters
\nTheir identity reaps
\nTheir portraiture stinks
\nOne small caricature
\nA complete contradiction
\nAmbiguity thinks
\nIrrelevant people
\nThat\u2019s who they are
\nIncongruous louts
\nWho think that they star
\nAs leading roles
\nThey just are awry
\nOverloaded with crap
\nFor me I could cry<\/p>\n
When cubs are chased
\nBy those who become
\nNot only ignorant
\nBut arrogant some
\nReckon themselves
\nSecond fiddle me thinks
\nAn assemblage of nut jobs
\nJust missing links<\/p>\n
Personalities disordered
\nNeanderthals who
\nJust throw their weight about
\nThat\u2019s what they Do
\nShout expletives at Sabs
\nThe angelic wild souls
\nThey use horses as weapons
\nAggressive roles<\/p>\n
The call themselves countrymen
\nBut haven\u2019t a clue
\nAbout the wild animals
\nAnd what they do
\nHow they live
\nHow respect is painstakingly theirs
\nTheir place in the forest
\nAnd all that they give<\/p>\n
Wildness is truthful
\nIt\u2019s the ancestral way
\nOf living in the open
\nEvery single day
\nThe seasons they matter
\nThe breed and they know
\nThe pain of being
\nWhere respect has to grow<\/p>\n
For all living beings
\nWho travel and play
\nWhose standards are high
\nAt the end of the day
\nWhose sustainable lives
\nOperate too
\nMindful ambition
\nAll their life through <\/p>\n
In the light
\nIn the dark
\nWherever they roam
\nThey know in their hearts
\nWhere is their home
\nFamily is important
\nRespect it is earned
\nDealing with hunters
\nMakes them concerned<\/p>\n
The cruelty aspect
\nWhich humans call sport
\nWild creatures survive
\nVery much on pure thought
\nUnlike the hunter the barbarous child
\nWicked in so many ways
\nFalsely wild<\/p>\n
A tipple or two
\nDutch courage all round
\nToo many twerps
\nRegalia bound
\nBreaking the law
\nEvery time they ride out
\nReady for war
\nFor them it\u2019s about<\/p>\n
Chasing and killing
\nAnd maiming and they
\nAbuse saboteurs
\nWho are out there each day
\nCaring and saving the families of Fox
\nOf Hare and of Deer
\nThat\u2019s their way<\/p>\n
Cub hunting is a vile nasty affair
\nA secret parade a meaningless air
\nIt makes no sense at all
\nAnd it\u2019s evil and bad
\nIt\u2019s terrible negative
\nAnd very sad<\/p>\n
That grown men and women
\nFind time to be cruel
\nTo imagine their ugliness
\nEach immoderate fool
\nSo quick to violence
\nAnd falsity
\nSeeing wild foxes murdered
\nSo deceitfully <\/p>\n
They need to be locked up
\nThrown in a cell
\nA bloody great fine
\nFor these creatures of hell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They are what they are Indiscriminate creeps They call themselves hunters Their identity reaps Their portraiture stinks One small caricature A complete contradiction Ambiguity thinks Irrelevant people That\u2019s who they are Incongruous louts Who think that they star As leading … Continue reading