Tie Down

With Winter, now the poacher's chain releases while the hunters vane, their aptitude increases, as still the mind sets edging, fate's receipt the wait on wait, to kill mundane, bears thesis! No thought of vestige pride, the eye beseeches the game is theirs, the Bible's cry the Earth is Man's therein the tie, ties down the conscience, gives it tithe! Tied down by glory, hunt or die the boisterous story, ego's rely Tied down, the creature spared to buy another hunter's license ~ my! The State does benefit from the pie, the same as taxing whiskey, rye tied down, the Indian's wrestling wit keeps watching, man to man ~ remit! Once open prairie, now in script tied down by rules, bit by bit! this fetish bond, tied down to death the hunter's choice, the home's rejoice! Claim not the ground, you surly voice tie down your weapon, your exploit and let it wander o'er your soul in season's squander of remorse! No guilt, no envoy, no gun's force NO HUNTING ~ Read my sign . . . ENDORSE!