Shadow Hamilton Poet Verse

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Inspired by Emile

They Call It Sport

Trackers follow the animals, 
herd them towards the waiting guns.
Big money paid by lazy hunters
who just want some trophies.

Not for them the slog through bush
they want an easy kill.
A bit or two taken to hang on walls
meat left where they fell.

Uncaring if they are endangered
they drink their beers in the hides.
Not wanting to get dirty or sweaty
they picnic on delicacies and wine.

Bodies of the slain beasts pile up
to be dragged away by scavengers.
While the men toast each other
proud of the day's work.

Tomorrow it will all be repeated 
who I ask are the real beasts here?

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Richard Lamoureux August 28, 2015 at 9:33 AM I agree with your sentiments. This is a horrible practice!

Lindsay Laurie August 12, 2015 at 8:51 PM G'day Shadow... hard hitting at the perpetrators and deservedly so. It's the methods used and the dollar baits that I fail to understand. I read where lions are being bred in captivity so they can be shot - its beyond me - Lindsay Shadow Hamilton August 13, 2015 at 9:03 AM not just lions Lindsay leopards and cheetahs too and other animals. Africa used to team with wild life now much of it is farm land farmers too are to blame as they kill animals who are hungry for eating their crops. And they have blocked off migration routes so animals are inbreeding. ty Lindsay hugs

Andrea Dietrich August 9, 2015 at 10:45 AM they truly are the beasts, and they are killing what remains of the animals of our world. The wild animals, many of them, are dying out. It's all so sad to kill for sport. A very relevant topic, Shadow. Shadow Hamilton August 9, 2015 at 12:58 PM ty Andrea a topic close to my heart hugs

Afolabi Muideen August 9, 2015 at 6:37 AM A lovely write.......A.M. Shadow Hamilton August 9, 2015 at 8:08 AM ty A.M hugs

Jan Allison August 8, 2015 at 6:59 PM such a hard hitting pen Shadow - am so pleased Emile inspired you to write this:-) hugs jan xx Shadow Hamilton August 9, 2015 at 7:22 AM I could have been harder lol but tamed it so as not to offend Jan it is not that I am against hunting just against needless slaughter hugs

Afolabi Muideen August 8, 2015 at 5:39 PM Wow!!!! Your descriptive flows eloquent in the heart of the readers, I love how you penned it. As times laziness of others do benefit those who are willing to work. Thanks for shared........A.M. Shadow Hamilton August 9, 2015 at 7:20 AM ty A.M hugs

Richard D Seal August 8, 2015 at 5:17 PM I'm with you all the way Linda, how anyone can enjoy this activity is beyond me. Take care, Richard Shadow Hamilton August 8, 2015 at 5:28 PM It is one thing to hunt for food to survive Richard but carnage for money quite another ty hugs

Pam Deremer August 8, 2015 at 4:46 PM I really liked your poem. Thank you. Shadow Hamilton August 8, 2015 at 5:25 PM ty Pam hugs