He raised his rifle slowly, took aim and slowed his breath
He squeezed his trigger finger, releasing needless death.
Not far away some beauty died a sad unneeded end
The killer cheered and slapped the back of another killer friend.
Their trophy lay unmoving, eyes still open wide
No longer would he proudly run amongst his dwindling pride.
A photo took, oh look at me, I am the mighty man
Who shot and killed our future, just because I can.
No food was he providing for his children or a wife
No he just found it thrilling to take another’s life.
I’m not a violent person, never committed any crime
But I would hunt the hunter and gladly do my time.