Trophy Hunter

Why must that wildness be dead to be owned?
Slapped with nails to drywall,
Do u see your hands growing old ?
Don't u see the blink of your lifetime?
Why do u feel entitled to behave like this?
Your pompousness is bred like this ?
Your raising detached from your size,
Your children become apostles of small dog inbred ego,
Your gun quivering in cold hands not evolved for this place ,
Child soldiers in a big world,
Do u know how u look and who's looking at u ?
Next time the bullet will be flying towards u :)
And the rules bent in the wolves favor,
The fear making u lose control because u got a scared feeling about this !
Step up to the man plate and
Beware of his beef,
These are Cannibal thoughts,
Animals are of your relation don't forget