Humans Who Love Sport Hunting
They are squanderers of life
And hold themselves higher than all creatures,
The cold steel pressed in their killing hands,
Callous, murderous, control,
The trophy, their goal.
They live amongst the deathly décor
In the walls of doom
Decay for decoration
Blood shed hangs on the walls
As if there is no value in the life
Of any mammal below man
That knowledge means domination.
Intellect makes them superior above all.
When they slumber, it’s the night that will take them
The darkness and the horror of their slaughter,
Their spirits tainted by carnage,
Purgatory is the jungle and the killing fields
Where they become the hunted.
Created: Aug 13, 2012abb_em_DUEX Document Media