In my book I am calling it<\/p>\n
the inglorious twelfth of course<\/p>\n
shooting grouse \u00a0with shot guns<\/p>\n
that toxic lead they force
out on the purple Heather<\/p>\n
a ceaseless avariciousness<\/p>\n
a moral insensibility<\/p>\n
murdering these pretty birds<\/p>\n
with lead shot \u00a0that unconsciously<\/p>\n
tears into the spirit and rips into the streams
suffering the malice \u00a0those desolate \u00a0dreams<\/p>\n
our babies prostrate with such misery<\/p>\n
it is going to be April 29 they say<\/p>\n
the end game tragically<\/p>\n
the quarry will be shot away<\/p>\n
on steel and bismuth why<\/p>\n
grouse and<\/p>\n
deer and Pheasant<\/p>\n
apparently have \u00a0 to die<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In my book I am calling it the inglorious twelfth of course shooting grouse \u00a0with shot guns that toxic lead they forceout on the purple Heather a ceaseless avariciousness a moral insensibility murdering these pretty birds with lead shot \u00a0that … Continue reading