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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