BOXING DAY HUNT

Forest floor drenched with warm fox blood.
Harrowing red smeared over young boy's face:
archaic initiation into titled manhood.
Outdated, morally abominable, sickeningly barbaric.
Yelping hounds fighting over torn apart entrails.
Frenzied, out of control, while red-coated huntsmen on immaculate mounts

are euphoric. Animalistic. The sight of fresh blood
is their ultimate turn-on - ah, such warped eroticism:
an imbred instinct for slaughtering the helpless.
What does this reveal about our mighty Betters?
That they're lacking in conscience and devoid of compassion.
But, what goes around comes around. So hunters BEWARE!!!