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'' Your Actions Are Those Of A Coward ''
Animals rarely kill for fun,
We do it to stay alive,
If we didn't we'd soon be outdone,
We hunt and kill to survive.
You claim you are supreme on earth,
Yet killing us you class as sport,
We think of truth there is a dearth,
It's sadism your methods court.
You don't really care what animals you kill,
To you we are all, ' fair game ',
For one on one you don't have the will,
Therefore ''unfair'' is a better name.
As you sit astride your reluctant horse,
With your bloodthirsty barking hounds,
I'm sure your victims would not endorse,
The cruelty your 'sport'' compounds.
Hunting is not the word we'd use,
Against animals the odds are stacked,
With your guns or dogs you cannot lose,
Our liberty is being attacked.
Chasing us till we can run no more,
Terrified and almost dead,
We are torn apart right to our core,
By animals who are now off their head.
Gun in hand you take aim and shoot,
To claim that's hunting is a total farce,
If the shoe was on the other foot,
my tusk would be right up your arse.
You then go off to celebrate,
Your truly wonderful success,
You and your cronies filled with hate,
While we're left in a terrible mess.
How dare you call this hunting,
We never stand a chance,
It's brutality you are fronting,
Against you we must make a stance.
Every one of you are sicko's,
With not an ounce of common sense,
In truth you all just thicko's,
Brainless and totally dense.
Think of just how you would feel,
With wild animals chasing you,
With the guarantee your fate they'd seal,
There'd be nothing you could do.
Out of breath and exhausted,
You'd feel your exploding heart,
Your body would then be accosted,
Then ripped and torn apart.
Animals and humans are so alike,
So it's got to be made crystal clear,
Wondering when your predator will strike ,
Would fill anyone with pain and fear.
Take a look at your own sad reflection,
In guilt you should be devoured,
With animals you have no connection,
' Your Actions Are Those Of A Coward ''
We do it to stay alive,
If we didn't we'd soon be outdone,
We hunt and kill to survive.
You claim you are supreme on earth,
Yet killing us you class as sport,
We think of truth there is a dearth,
It's sadism your methods court.
You don't really care what animals you kill,
To you we are all, ' fair game ',
For one on one you don't have the will,
Therefore ''unfair'' is a better name.
As you sit astride your reluctant horse,
With your bloodthirsty barking hounds,
I'm sure your victims would not endorse,
The cruelty your 'sport'' compounds.
Hunting is not the word we'd use,
Against animals the odds are stacked,
With your guns or dogs you cannot lose,
Our liberty is being attacked.
Chasing us till we can run no more,
Terrified and almost dead,
We are torn apart right to our core,
By animals who are now off their head.
Gun in hand you take aim and shoot,
To claim that's hunting is a total farce,
If the shoe was on the other foot,
my tusk would be right up your arse.
You then go off to celebrate,
Your truly wonderful success,
You and your cronies filled with hate,
While we're left in a terrible mess.
How dare you call this hunting,
We never stand a chance,
It's brutality you are fronting,
Against you we must make a stance.
Every one of you are sicko's,
With not an ounce of common sense,
In truth you all just thicko's,
Brainless and totally dense.
Think of just how you would feel,
With wild animals chasing you,
With the guarantee your fate they'd seal,
There'd be nothing you could do.
Out of breath and exhausted,
You'd feel your exploding heart,
Your body would then be accosted,
Then ripped and torn apart.
Animals and humans are so alike,
So it's got to be made crystal clear,
Wondering when your predator will strike ,
Would fill anyone with pain and fear.
Take a look at your own sad reflection,
In guilt you should be devoured,
With animals you have no connection,
' Your Actions Are Those Of A Coward ''
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`` Your Actions Are Those Of A Coward ``
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