Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


A Sad Tradition

Wow! That was really awesome, Dad, and what an amazing prize,
It was quietly grazing — then BANG! — you caught it by surprise.
I saw it stumble, try to get back up, and then it fell,
But you got it real good, Dad — what a rush watching you kill.

Could I have a go please, Dad? I’d love to get as good as you,
And surely if I practice I’ll become a great shot too.
I’ll sneak up on some creature innocently standing there,
And BANG! — down it will go, twisting, twitching, legs in the air.

I promise I’ll take care, Dad, so please can I try your gun?
I want to be a hunter too, and together we’ll have fun.
I’ll follow in your footsteps, and one day teach my kids to kill,
And then they’ll teach their kids too, who’ll soon pick up on that skill.

I’d never kill a human though, as taking life’s not right,
I’d only have a creature in my telescopic sight.
And I would teach my children that the only blood to spill,
Is a creature’s — whose execution — gives hunters a thrill.

After all, they’re just creatures, ay Dad? And therefore, fair game,
Though I wouldn’t hurt my pet, as a pet’s just not the same.
I know it’s still a creature, but it’s different, ay Dad?
And if anyone were to hurt it — boy, would I feel bad.

Anyway, I think we’re there, Dad — I’m sure it’s here somewhere,
Yes, see the splashes of blood on those bushes over there?
There it is. It’s a beauty. I wish I could have killed it,
Although I’d pass when it comes to skinning, I must admit.

What if I hold your gun, Dad, so you can carry the deer?
I’ll be really careful — wow, it’s a cool one, all that gear.
When I get my own gun, Dad, I will treat it special too,
And that same love for killing enjoy, foster and pursue.


Dad, Dad ...?

By Lance Landall

Poles Apart

To take the life of something that has feelings, seems so wrong to me,
And creatures do have feelings, often acting affectionately.
They interact with each other, and with us, intelligently,
And clearly display an array of emotions, spontaneity.

To take a creature’s life just for the sake of appetite, pleasure,
Must surely, in some way, the content of one’s heart and mind measure.
After all, humans have the ability to reason, think things through,
And therefore, one would assume the more humane thing would choose to do.

It seems rather bizarre to me how humans dote over their pets,
Then shoot, skin, and gut other creatures; hook, spear, and catch fish in nets.
Surely in the minds of the young especially, such doesn’t gel,
And more so when we’re saying to them, “Don’t act violently, don’t kill.”

Given that other food sources are available; adequate too,
Why would anyone such a cruel and retrograde thing think to do?
It’s hardly enlightened behaviour — rather, such hardens the heart,
And as far as love, kindness and compassion go, it’s poles apart.

Yes, better the home where no flesh is eaten.

By Lance Landall