Topic: Canned Hunting
CANNED HUNTING BUVVY 16-01-09
This poem is about one of the most barbaric and disgusting practises allowed in our country - all in the name of money.
YOU PATHETIC LITTLE MAN
SHOOTING THRU’ A CAN
KILLING KILLING AND KILLING
EVERY LION THAT YOU CAN
YOUR MIND IS SMALL
YOUR SPIRIT IS WEAK
EVERY TIME YOU PULL THE TRIGGER
MANKIND FEELS THE LOSS
OF ANOTHER LION IN THE CAN
GREAT BIG GUN
GREAT BIG MAN
RELEASE THE LION FROM HIS CAN
LEAVE THE TRIGGER OF THE GUN
LEAVE THE LION
TO HIS RIGHTFUL LIFE IN THE SUN
HUNTING PARTY OF FIVE
WON’T LEAVE ANY LION ALIVE
IT IS SUCH FUN
FOR ALL OF US FIVE
TO NEVER LEAVE ANY LION ALIVE
LOOK THRU’ THE SCOPE
FOR THE LION – THERE IS NO HOPE
TIED TO A TREE
BEHIND A FENCE
WHERE HIS POWERS OF DEFENCE
ARE USELESS AGAINST YOU AND ME
SO SHOW SOME COMPASSION
DISCARD YOUR GUN
AND LEAVE GOD’S LIONS
FOR MEN, CHILDREN AND EVERYONE
THROW AWAY YOUR GUNS
PULL DOWN THE FENCES
THROW AWAY YOUR ROPE
FOR A LION
CANNED HUNTING
IS ANYTHING BUT A JOKE
BUT REMEMBER THE WRATH
OF THE ANIMALS’ GUARDIAN
WHO SEES IT ALL
AND FEELS THEIR PAIN
WHEN YOUR TIME COMES
THEY WILL MAKE SURE
YOUR PAIN IS THE SAME
SO LEAVE THE LIONS WHERE THEY ARE
THE SPIRITS’ REVENGE
WILL COME FROM AFAR
TO LET YOU SHARE
THE LIONS PAIN AND DESPAIR