The Shooters Were Out Today . . .

The shooters were out today,

Blasting pieces of perfection

From the skies.

Blood was spilt today,

The blood of our friends of freedom.

Wings were smashed today

And twitching bodies

Awaited the darkness,

The release of pain.

The shooters were out today,

Wearing masculinity,

Waxed cotton,

Green Wellingtons

And expressions of death.

The shooters were out today,

The killing fields

Were full of noise.

A deer fell today,

The bullet missed the vital spot

And agony came to stay awhile.

A wild duck fell today

And joined the others

Swinging by their necks

From a scaffolding bar

In the back of a Land Rover.

Drops of blood

On a dirty floor,

Bright red upon the darkness.

The shooters were out today,

Red faced and brave,

A killing lust disguised

As conservationists.

A wild goose fell today,

Separated from his mate

By the indiscriminate

Action of a trigger finger.

A rabbit fell today,

Gentleness cut down

By pellets of evil.

The shooters were out today,

Excited voices with highborn accents

Permeating the once peaceful

Dales and hills.

Giggling girls in

Men's clothing

Trying to be feminine

And failing,

Soon probably to suckle

Aristocratic offspring,

Making sure that the shooters

Will be out tomorrow

And tomorrow . .

And tomorrow . .

The shooters were out today,

So were the ducks

And the geese

And the pheasants

And the rabbit

And the hare

And the deer

And the grouse

And the partridge

And . . .

The excuses were made today,

"If it wasn't for us, there

Would be no hedges,

If it wasn't for us, there

Would be no woodland.

If it wasn't for us, there

Would be no Earth,

If it wasn't for us, there

Would be no sky,

If it wasn't for us, there

Would be no conservation."

And anyway . .

"IT IS MAN'S NATURAL

INSTINCT TO HUNT"

The shooters were out today,

With four wheel drive

And cellular phones

And two way radio

And telescopic sights

And flasks of whisky

And . . .

The shooters were out today,

And the leopard became a rug

And an elephant's foot,

An umbrella stand

And a tiger skin

Hung on a wall

And an antelope's head

Decorated a room

And a woman wore a dozen foxes.

A rhino fell

And so did a lion.

A cheetah fell

And so did a stag.

And the shooters were out today

And yesterday.

And the shooters will be out tomorrow.

Anon.

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