The Pride

Steve Pearson Poetry

See the hunter’s pride,
Morality miles wide
Of the point where plain propriety ends.
See his sickening smile,
Thinking himself virile.
Shooting lions, with an arrow, with his friends.
Legality on his tongue,
Never mind wrong,
Whatever happens, he’s gonna kill himself a lion
Dead lion, photo pose,
Is how his morality goes.
Give him a weapon and he’ll have himself some fun.
It’s just so fucking ironic
What makes a coward tick
Is to hunt and kill a courageous lion in his pride
Then back to his dentist chair
With tales of the lion’s lair
And the blood on his killing hands so barely dried.

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