The Cull

This was inspired by a cull protester I saw walking through Watchet dressed as a badger. For someone campaigning on a serious issue he looked like he was having quite a lot of fun. It struck me how easy it must be to get swept up in the spectacle of campaigning without really understanding the tragic and complex impact these issues often involve for everyone on the ground. I imagine the walk from the protest to the farmers land.

As I stood by in Watchet town a gent came by with a black and white crown, his coat all black donned with fur down, all for the cull went walking.

He thrust me a board, held out his hand. I’ve a lusty eye for a passionate man so I took up my board, followed him down, all for the cull went walking.

Now the farmer cried for his herd and sang “to the woods I’ll go with gun in hand for if one should fall they’ll all fall down!”. All for the cull went walking.

“You’ll not deter, I’ll not stand down! I’ve a livelihood in this here land and if some don’t go they’ll all go down!”. All for the cull went walking.

As I stood by my fine young man that farmer’s asked to take my hand “we’ll all to the neighbours all go down” so we all for the cull went walking.

Now his neighbour cried on knees and hands as a line of trucks went from his land, his herd inside “they’ll put them down!” so we all for the cull went walking.

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