To hunt or not to hunt
Is it cool or cruel
Even if it’s just for fuel
Or is it just for show
Just to say “I told you so”,
I’m not one to brag
About having a full bag
But it seems like a drag
To kill for a Flag or a gag,
For survival or a revival
To kill for a meal
Or to bond and get along
Let it live and sing a song,
Never thinking of the repercussions
Leads to lots of discussions
Of searching one’s soul
To just fill your bowl,
Hunting and Fishing in today’s age
Drives some into a rage
As sport killing is ego
And all should forgo,
I used to go when I was younger
Out into the wild blue yonder
Never to ponder or wonder
The outcome of my plunder,
Some join or use clubs
To take something’s cubs
Is not very manly to profess
More a sign of ugliness,
If it’s to fit in or be closer
To the father you’re missing
Because of the time lost or fate
Then one can do so with no bait,
No hook, shell or rifle
There’s no need to stifle
The opportunity to bond
Yet an outlet to be more fond,
With lessons of safety and responsibility
To connect through camping or trekking
The lacking disappears to one’s liking
With just a simple request to go hiking,
If paternalism is the need
The bonding of father and son
Can be achieved in fun
Without making a life form bleed,
If it’s a primal need to feed
Then making it fear is a bad deed
When the prey is afraid
You eat their fear in spades,
But if it’s just blood lust
Then maybe you’re not one to trust
Just because you can kill
Doesn’t mean you should kill,
Thinking killing makes you man
Just because you can
Means you’re the one hurting
Possibly from a lack of flirting,
One thing is for certain
Before your final curtain
Taking a life won’t cure your pain
Especially if you’re doing it in vain!
RDM
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