Hunters thats the term some use
\nabusive nasty souls
\nwho dress up in their camouflage
\nand go out on long strolls
\narmed with a vile arsenal
\nof contraptions guns and bows
\nand think they somehow have a right
\nto kill, even the crows!<\/p>\n
nothing will escape them
\nvictims of the field
\nevery earthling is on notice
\nand their fire power will yield
\nbodies of every description
\ndeath is what its for
\nmaiming, blaming this their claiming
\nnow and forever more<\/p>\n
they are an integral part of life
\nsustainable, my arse
\nthey are the weird assassins
\nwho perpetuate a class
\nan energy a vileness
\nthat takes out life and shows
\nthe child in me
\nhow very sad
\nthat cancer in them grows<\/p>\n
lying there in ambush
\nor quietly in a hide
\nand waiting for a soul to come
\nto eat, yes its denied
\nthey have no chance whatever
\nand may be injured by
\nthis infidel the unthinking one
\nwhose forgotten how to cry<\/p>\n
for what they do is slaughter
\ncreate great grief and they
\nhigh 5 and imagine
\nthat they have saved the day
\nthey have on the contrary
\nsnuffed life, before its time
\nand the relatives will suffer
\ntheir grief is going to climb<\/p>\n
but the hugely sick inveterate’s
\nleft their hearts at home
\nI’m giving them the honour
\nmy reflections in their chrome
\nbut probably my generosity, here
\nit shocks the nation
\ninsensitive a burning bush
\na sort of conflagration<\/p>\n
imagine what it must be like
\nto stare into the eyes
\nof such an evil killer
\nwho sees you as his prize
\nhe trapped you for your skin
\nhe’s going to flog your fur and a coat
\nsome starlet will be wearing
\nexposing her tanned throat <\/p>\n
this time the papparazzo
\nwho do their thing and run
\nsimilarly though hunters
\nmaim and kill that done
\nthe low life with their camera’s
\nthey’ve lost complete control
\nof feeling also sadly
\na hatchet job in the sun<\/p>\n
maybe it is of character but life
\nno, thats okay
\nI feel that people carrying out this
\nhenchman stuff today
\ndoes nothing for my gristle
\nor makes me reconcile
\nmy feelings with these
\npeople
\nwho really are a pile<\/p>\n
of the darkest kind of energy
\nimaginable
\ndiscounting every creative thought
\naround
\ndead in many ways
\nto true humanity
\nto enjoy the poor dead creature
\non the ground<\/p>\n
to smile to take a photo
\nand expound on on what they do
\nand often it is favourable
\nbut they haven’t got a clue
\nthe victim are lost causes
\nwho we must now protect
\nenergy and lovingness
\nis what we must inject<\/p>\n
into this scenario
\nthese trolls will never see
\nthe light for the darkness
\noverwhelms them
\nsucks all integrity
\nout of them alas for them
\nthere’s little they can do
\nbut hide themselves in hollows
\nwizened and askew<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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