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Poem – Poaching and Hunting   Vent Your Spleen!

Started Feb-10 by Harold27Z; 696 views.

From: Harold27Z


Copyright reserved but you may reproduce provided you acknowledge the source of such intellectual brain-power.

Poem – Poaching and Hunting

Hunters kill and boast from coast to coast.

About tracking skills and overcoming fears.

Trigger work takes blood, sweat and tears.

Hunters pretend they kill to conserve.

But quaggas can’t be found on any reserve.

Every picture tells a partial story.

And helps explain their gory glory.

The camera catches their bravery and pride.

They smile and pose with nothing to hide.

Except the tracker’s backup shotgun.

They kill, kill, kill just for fun.

Animals have value, but hunters have none.

Canned lions deserve media exposure.

They cannot escape their electric enclosure.

Jumbos are entitled to self-preservation.

Hunters just disgrace their nation.

Hunters travel far and lust after blood.

They deserve to be trampled into the mud.

Poachers are also roaming the land

Murdering animals with a gun in their hand.

Africa is no longer teeming with game

The scum of the earth, express no shame.

Rhinos have no time for talk and debate.

Lets fight fire with fire, before its too late.

Lets hang them high and let them rot.

How else can we protect the few we’ve got ?

Poachers only say “sorry” when they are caught.

No need for a judge, nor a jury, nor a court.

Poachers are never sorry when inflicting pain.

Their only concern is the money they gain.

Send in the army to catch them in their sights.

And “to Hell with their so-called human rights”.

The army needs to train this way.

But will they ever ?  No-one can say.

Its more important to sit on their bums

And play their flutes and beat on their drums.

When your kiddies are less than seven

The Big-Five will all be resting in Heaven

Africa has plenty unused ground.

Why can’t a solution be found ?

Every quagga knows extinction is forever

They won’t be coming back anytime soon.


I have not yet completed the version below ...

Jagters kom met groot gewere

Om moord te pleeg teen ons diere.

Diere word nie geskiet om kos te kan eet

Jagters gee nie om vir pyn en leiding.

Jagters en stropers het geen gevoelens nie

Wat is die oplossing ?

Hulle moet aan leus gevoer word

Kan jy ‘n beter oplossing vind  / uitdink ?

Jagters sal nooit vergeet om ‘n foto te kry

Van hul helder glorie oomlik.

Hoekom moet daar ‘n foto wees ?

Die skuim van die aarde het geen genade.

Renoster horings word afgekap.

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Di (amina046)

From: Di (amina046)


For a 1st try...

but why do you need a translation into Afrikaans?

P.S. I used to hunt a lot, including the Big 5

Jenifer (Zarknorph)

From: Jenifer (Zarknorph)


If you hunted Rhinos, I'd be very upset.


From: RGoss99


Nice poem, but ignores that the fact that poaching vs hunting is not a binary issue as hunting is an act, which could be legal or not, whereas the illegality of poaching is a power issue determined by law.


From: BerrySteph


I think that is a fine encapsulation of what's happened in Africa.


From: BerrySteph


Di (amina046) said:

I used to hunt a lot, including the Big 5

C'mon, fess up.

I don't have to approve but I do admire "story-tellers".

Di (amina046)

From: Di (amina046)


I’d rather take 6 tablespoons of cod liver oil.




Di (amina046) said:

I’d rather take 6 tablespoons of cod liver oil