South Central and South Eastern
many subsistence farmers they
worship Ala their earth goddess
some twenty million pay
respect to their ancestors
into sublimity
kinship groups
rainforest souls
wanting to be free
men grow Yams and Cassava
and Taro yes all three
a changelessness apparent
sanctified they be
divination and oracles
some fifty years ago
a brutal war was raging
Many of you know
Many murdered many starved
Biafra sleeps a while
the people are revolting
they are really off the dial
Corporations are rolling in it
palm oil is their thing
as for virgin forests
what does palm oil bring
to all that life and luxury
to the godly spirit there
little, yes I have to say
But lots of wild despair
The Indigenous people suffer
wild animals do too
the wondrous web under the ground
we miss that vital clue
the workers slave for little
the corporations earn
the wildness and the glory
it really should concern
all of us for Palm oil
makes money that is true
for the biggest spenders
the corporations who
see wondrous forest torn down
the animals within all killed
the poor souls getting poorer
blood is being spilled
Nature how she is suffering
and the oil is not that good
ah they are making lots of money
much more than they should
Nigeria counts its riches
BIAFRA cries aloud
the Igbo people suffer
a nation that was proud
ancestral Land loss
killings so many were allowed
and tragically the rumblings
continue to this day
And Palm oil doesn’t help
there is still an array
of misnomers and degradation
everywhere you go
Suspiciousness and falsehoods
as painful feelings grow.
Hate crimes and BLOOD money
Elephant sales we see
Zimbabwe and the babies
an end to the family
how can hate crimes happen
selling babies to
How come they are minors
they don’t know what to do
they haven’t learned the ropes yet
no mother anymore
all the learning thats for certain
Zimbabwe isnt sure
money in the local safe
concrete pens in view
everyones a lockdown artist
permanently on view
i do love baby elephants
willing little souls
learning to do whats right from wrong
coping with their roles
learning to walk in water
and upon the road
it is very important to know
the highway code.
the want of Independence
was the wish of the Igbo
stifled by the Yuruba
great dissonance did grow
Cacophonous intention
repulsed at every turn
whoever dares to mention
the historical concern
a secessionist state
was wanted
Biafra it be
from 1967 until 1970
what turned out to be a ghastly
Civil War
more frightening than
all the nightmares anywhere
Conducted without plan
it became a horrendous ordeal
the Igbo suffered long
the capturing of coastal oil
a blockage it was wrong
mass starvation
then ensued
so many children died
the Conservative Islamic way
It was a great divide
the arts and crafts
the music
the “highlife” so to say
the culture and the lifestyle
so different by the day
language food and belief system
ancestral philosophy
The core values
fictitious too
Apparently an absurdity
in how and what we do
you can feel the animosity
its out there and its true
Biafra lost so very much
With sacrifice we do
face an uncertain future
from what was an awful coup.
First sighted in the Magellan Strait
in 1767 he
a famous old French Naturalist
Commerson was born to be
discovering these wild souls
active playful and small
diving and somersaulting
and having themselves a ball
also called and Jacobita
a Pie Bald Dolphin too
With tremendous curiosity
when swimming in the blue
tiny by comparison to many
the colour of the Orca tribe
impulsive swimming through
Hoops to follow wayward ships
flashing in their bows
with wonderful reactions
and divining powers
quantum leaps
Progression
resourceful I can say
they caught the eye
of that french guy
And from that very day
his name became their name
no contradiction there
with what is true vivacity
its a shame that they are rare
you will never find an owl
that is ever wearing glasses
Piercing eyes an orange
and a black
owls are wondrous raptors
philosophers to boot
You will never hear them say a lot
perhaps, a hoot
fierce beyond imagination
nocturnal in their space
no eye tests for the family owl
just a feathery face.
a sentinel under the moon
draped in a feathery gown
judicious to the very end
empirical and sound.
Go into the surgery
without a mask
you become,the plague
and are taken to task
you become the pariah
twilight zones are
rising around us
where is the Tzar
the bods from the science base
behavioural mob
with shit for their brains
that like running their gob
fed by the cabal
in their dums in the ground
like scurrying rats
No where to be found
Look what I have found
a tiny flower
It is tangible and real
its substance is extraordinary
and I love its feel
the scent is wild and special
each petal soft and I
have an affiliation with it
by and by
twisting it in my fingers
its identity
Could it be a Dandelion
a uniformity
of colour
likened to no other
a bitter taste maybe
its mine and I will keep it
in its supremacy
I am aware that I could crush it
but that would not be right
it transcends certain others
who also seek the light
its whole, a true completeness
a real integrity
every aspect detailed
and unbroken thankfully
an order and a harmony
arranged in such a way
its petals, pure and simply laid
It has no middle way
an assemblage of softness
of originality
conforming to its blueprint
and to eternity.
A poem from the wild birds
In fact its their appeal
Nocturnal migrations
are very very real
when the air is calmer
less strength needed for flight
less predators to complicate
and we then use the light
the moon in all its splendour
the stars that polarise
the Earth’s magnetic field
and of course pure sight
as to your well lit buildings
and skyscrapers you see
although we are attentive
They really shine brightly
and it is so confusing
and tragically you see
we fly towards the illuminations
and die crushed terribly.
it truly is frustrating
and makes us wonder why
your architects and engineers
don’t consider us
the sky
is where we are
we share the sky
the mortal dangers are
out there, we are suffering
the LIGHT pollution scar
we are painstaking about our routes
as careful as can be
watchfulness and vigilance
and our memory
its generally the unconcern
your laxness everywhere
despite our concentration
high buildings really scare
the living daylights out of us
and thousands of us die
every night it isn’t right
You should try and fly
it feels like discrimination
with misjudgement everywhere
tactless and insensitive
and to top it all bad air.
high structures in our flyways
disorientate, they do
its maddening to fly for miles
so many miles
its true
we are dying in our thousands
and its, all down to you.
life is packed with meaning
the halcyon days we spent
enjoying, the summery winds
in the main we are content
so help us think about the birds
Each one of us a feathered friend
use the brains you were born with
And please please comprehend.
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a built in valour
intrepidity
a true resoluteness
and audaciously
Freedom its out there
Initiatives flow
your music is out there
raring to go
bold and eventful
ready to fight
a clear undertaking
red-blooded and right
Lone self reliant
able to draw
to confront
all thats out there
to see it for sure
your wisdom
climbs mountains
embolden are you
a desire to command
one of the few
out there confronting
the demons Lets say
without hesitation
you blow them away.
Indigenous Women are
making a noise
its justice and rightness
they are the joys
that women are needing
land rights you see
Culture respect and identity
being the stewards of the forest
rings true
so much is wrong everywhere
we do what we do
ignoring the forests
Neglecting the trees
denying the women
their business to please
Peruvian Women
let their voices be heard
the threats and the challenges
as if a bird
flies from the canopy
into the sky
their amiability
is worth a try
a state of wonder
remarkably
up against the indifference
which is needlessly
calling for courage
affection and care
these beautiful women
Ride high on a prayer
watching the banger boats
depart everyday
with their sick nasty mindless
sailing away
hopeful to track down
a huge pod of souls
a family tree
with myriad goals
dolphins divineness
essentially so
amazingly clever
as most of us know
spiritual creatures
sensitive too
their surroundings
and each other
and all this is true
Taiji is a whaling port
and every year
they hunt and they catch
and they spread so much fear
they select fancy dolphins
to sell far away
they imagine they own all they catch
everyday
heartless irreverence
exceeding the law
cruelty reigns
for them it is war
knowing how sensitive
dolphins can be
they use banging pipes
Pushed into the sea
to frighten the babies
and females, thats right
without jurisdiction
they work with a might
of larceny, impure thoughts
they violate
earning blood money
at an alarming rate
they will not recant
their obduracy
is viler than ever
in truth, honestly
As Hardened sinners
what do they do
wound a young dolphin
the villainous crew
stoop down and frighten
ruffians they
are heartless oafs
at the end of the day
inoffensive dolphins wide eyed and true
unspotted and saintly
its what they do
blood in the water
nobility
Manipulation and chicanery
Driving the dolphins
scaring them too
disparaging loudly
thats what they do
mortification humiliation
injurious cursing
scoffing and mocking
these are sea angels
godly creations
supercilious bastards
of their great Nation
Japan is the land
of the great rising sun
of the murdering scumbags
who know what they have done
frightened and tormented
the dolphins we see
the porpoise the pilots
All of them them be
driven and given
the fright of their lives
the pretty ones trained
and the rest feel the knives
Under the tarps in what becomes the brine
blood flows a’sunder
the sun doesn’t shine
on this satanic place
where insolence reigns
where malingerers torture
and bash out the brains
of the greatest of players
the real dolphin hordes
who submit to the butchers
and die on their swords
i wont watch the boats going out any more
the dolphin Project wants to for sure
depressing us all
Anointing our pain
we know what does happen
again and again
angels are driven
sucked in and sold
the torturing goes on
leaving us cold
They are arrestable
It makes no sense
They are detestable
the air is tense
with their culpability
causing much grief
their inexcusability
beyond belief.
Taiji Japan and Broome in Western Australia who supports their outlawry.
Hailey is My cousin
and, in so many ways
We mirrored each other
in our early days.
Our fathers were absent
but our mums thankfully
were attentive to needs
and were purposefully
both beautiful souls
Watchful and caring
earnest and loving
and, always sharing
Hailey brother Barry
and Hailey were two
Peas in a pod
they were both good and true
growing up she said she really
looked up to me
whatever the predicament
we seemed to be
Assured, she remembers
when she was sixteen
I gave her a scarf
Made of soft messaline
she loved it so much
it was good to wear
so soft to the touch
But she was aware
growing up we were close
but when I left, as such
our paths hadn’t crossed
We were just out of touch
friends, drifting apart
With tears in their eye
I was in the Harlequin
in Watford a sigh
I wouldn’t have normally
been there but Annette
said I should go there
and thats where I met
Hailey again
we were able to
catch up on stuff
It is what real friends do
We remembered how we went
to St )ames in Bushey
Sharing our sad childhood
And the challenges, we
faced absent fathers
But both had good mums
all the abuse
but we were still chums
so its been three years
since we got back again
I was thinking she may have
abandoned me
over my sadness
but the tragedy
was she had given birth
a rather sick child
who had a heart problem
with her partner it was wild
low times and sadness,
and masses of stress
it was just all of these
circumstances, no less
that was the reason
No contact was made
all the uncertainty
really it weighed
On both our sweet minds
This Mutual regret
But we quickly picked up
where we left off
all set
fine, we were activists
sharing stuff, I
Said about the Catholic School
and the wifi
the radiation
the dangers were bad
the governments arrogance
and just how sad
that children are being
Affected each day
and now the vaccines
Being rolled out our way
so much to talk about
thats what we do
depend on each other
which really is true
Her Partner Matt
she had known him for years
he was a hard working
an artisan who
fitted heating boilers
and serviced them too
he had won some big contracts
in London and he
Always worked hard
and expeditiously
a perfect family
in so many ways
a great deal of love
and caring
which plays
to the children, one Freya
the youngest
and Millie
Adorable lasses
always merrily
felicitous and happy
joyful and wise
for their years
and their bones
wifi and phones!
Hailey she cares
and she makes sure her girls
get the guidance they need
knowledge she hurls
its for their betterment
and you can see
they are really sweet girls
as to their gadgetry
they are not on their I pads
hour after hour
they listen, they learn
and they empower
each other
a family, balanced and true
lots of moral fibre
and integrity too
Damian thats Hailey mums Partner
he be
arty,he is into crafts
an artisan,free
plays the guitar
creative and real
faithful and loyal
and expressly ideal.
her Uncle Robert
he went off to France
bought a cottage and Land
a right song and dance
but Thankfully Carole
stayed steadfast and strong
with a penchant for animals
all of a long
Reliable and worthy
Unsullied and true
the perfect mother
to her special two
if you like
Damian, is now
a step dad we know
the story ends well
And reliably so.
Ban bottom trawling
a wilful and culpable crime
one of total violation
forfeiting the time
irreverent behaviour
contemptuousness
and scorn
despicable and paltry
unfaithful to the core
unethical and immoral
its become and all out war
Suspected blamed and censured
sinners those who do
fish without compunction
conscienceless its true
its outlawry
and unwarrantable
its criminal I’d say
Only the wicked would do it
for its vulgar anyway
it challenges all honesty
its offhand and its wrong
its injurious and harmful
and it just does not belong
in our or precious oceans
its ugliness devours
Causing indignation
right across the bows
a virulence and
scurrility
in poor taste one can say
So frightful and repellent
in its ill proportioned way.
destruction of habitat a waste of species
dullards dragging the sea bed killing everything in sight
they are so far from sentient
heartless and cruel vile, they
go out shooting Kangaroo’s
blowing them away
lousy shots most of them tearing off their jaws
terrible vibrations
call them the Pet food wars
obtuse and dull these shooters
Repressed and bloody dour
causing immense suffering
sane souls asking how
Anyone in their right mind
Could ever act this way
so deplorably lamentable
tear jerking all the way
at night you will hear the rifles
INGLEWOOD afire
a vile disturbing business
whose work is truly dire
2000 wild Bush Angels
to be slaughtered every week
and turned into food for cats and dogs
this is what they seek
Residents of Loddon nightmares every day
a battleground of ignorance
of worry and dismay
limping broken kangaroo’s
orphaned joeys crying
Broken bones and gaping wounds
and the meat traders some lying
Telling us its ethical
new jobs for the place
Bloody awful karma
One hell of a disgrace
What is the feel bad factor
the nights of discontent
the querulous demands on life
nothing heaven sent
ululation everywhere
the tedium of death
these beautiful handsome wild souls
gasping for the breath
god had given freely
these shooters stole away
dead flesh soaked in maggots
and Australia will pay
the piper, you can bet on that
Their sacrifice is wrong
its hideous and repulsive
and really does not belong
in the state of Victoria
its odious to see
formless grotesque ravaged bodies
All murdered they will be
a total obscenity
the admiration most
have for the iconic ones
to tourists they just host
their gentleness and caring
of noble descent
2000 victims every week
a blood awful dent
in what is the creation
miracles they be
environmental stewards
such true ancestry
up against the butchers
the dregs of sanity
some of the lower orders
drenched in depravity
the statuesque the handsome
high spirited and real
they really leap with dignity
see them and you feel
joyful deep down inside of you
as for the blustering fools
the arrogant the cavalier
many who have no balls
no real guts in their arsenal
shooting from afar
domineering and lordly
they are the eternal scar
on our noble creatures
we watch them hacked and fall
fathers losing children
what is a lead wall
of bullets tearing into flesh
Mean spirited and rank
aloof with a moroseness
i hate them to be frank
Don’t let them murder kangaroos
the trade is dark all through
because they have displeasure
for the darling Roo
an aversion and ill feeling
stop them in their tracks
we do so love wild animals
and we have their backs
kangaroo processing
its evil through and through
Making money out of killing
how can it be true
its a sickness that breeds anger
reeds a fury in my soul
such spiteful bitchy viciousness
who just take on the role
of barbarousness and savageness
they in fact dig their hole
deeper in the sinfulness
threatening those who call
Cancelling our humanity
which really affects us all.
Stop this vile processing plant
stop it in its tracks save our beautiful Kangaroo families
the bug Males and often sad females and their joeys and pinkies that end up decapitated or bashed on the bull bars
life is sacred the Roo is Australia.
meat trade shooters
lack of understanding
skulking they
hunt at night
its their delight
to blow big males away
Kangaroos have family structure
unlike meat trade shooters who
big males oft are fathers
doing what good fathers do
The protection of male children
not milk dependant, they
still need guidance
about where to eat
and what to eat
and may
Need to sleep
find water holes
protection is their thing
and are up against the craven
spunkless shooters
who do bring
nothing but audaciousness
and murdered on a wing
they have this kind of loathing
for the families in full flight
feeding underneath the moon
doing what is right
soaked in animosity
in a state of war
ill wishers and antagonists
bred on blood and gore
Shooters carry iron bars and knives
and axes too
they decapitate and chop through bones
That is what they do
butcher fathers in front of mothers
and their children who
Seek out their protection
what are they going to do
now maybe both parents
fighting hard for breath
shot and rendered ready
the babies too their death
is matter of fact
their union broken in one night
gate crashed by these meat trade shooters
in the bright spot light
roughness harshness acerbity
boorish loutish, they
carry their repugnance
as they go on their way
dissension and hostility
rancour and deep spite
they are an anathema
looking for a fight
fathers are protectors
with the best intentions they
are responsive and have empathy
and how the family pay
out there in the bush
the mean bloodthirstiness one sees
Flint hearted callous retards
sadistic if you please
how many youngsters perish
their challenge it is there
such misogyny aforethought
its the dusty air
killer butchers on the prowl
and are unaware
unfeeling and unmerciful
intolerant as well
a little bit of training
and a passport out of Hell
they will never get a pardon
from me I have to say
the Meat Trade never prophets
They are vulgar in the way
they cannot see the wrongness
not understand the pain
the grief they cause in families
really its insane
for they are iconic angels
grass eating souls they be
an integral friend of Nature
Whose responsibility
to environments and family
are second to none
the irreverence of the populace
when the day is done
the impiety snd mockery
undervaluing
these truly friendly creatures
that absolutely bring
great spirit to the land we know as Australia.
T V chefs
their arrogance
the sophistry its everywhere
animals are reared
and killed fed on
GM, so unaware
of reality
of honesty
and the waste of some of the bodily parts
by ignorance
the muggers be
Obnoxious
the depravity
a living soul bred totally
for the oven imagine that
fed on cheapo foreign muck
flesh and blood and fat
no honour and no caring
an artificial life
imprisoned in a darkly stall
fed on lots of strife
maltreatment its just commonplace
a wretched grotty time
Cut in pieces packed in trays
to end up mixed with acidic chyme
Which really is gut wrenching
sinful and shameful each flaw
dismemberment of the murdered soul
And the precious herbivore.
A donkey hard done by
for most of its days
a slave to its owner
despite all the ways
it tried just to give
How it struggled to be
impressive at carrying
weight actually
in the hot weather
up hills it would fight
the steepest of gradient
Nothing felt right
whipped if it struggled
a disunion there
no understanding
or being aware
Despite the unkindness
and the disrespect
the donkey would carry
and rarely object
for some mouldy hay
and a kick now and then
it was always that way
for years this would happen
the load never small
Back breaking effort
tied to the wall
when not carrying loads
a life to exert
whatever the weather
he just felt like dirt
when he got older
clearly got slow
and therefore was beaten
he had lost his glow
every
where ached
just a frenzy of fear
the donkey was sad
that was so clear
No holiday coming
a green field somewhere
to rest and retire
owners unaware
Sold off to the factory
led into the barn
a sledgehammer used
and a terrible yarn
to tell of its demise
its poor head bashed in
and made into ejiao
from its tired and chafed skin
ejiao the Chinese use old donkey skin
and our poor Donkey gets it
he never could win
He worked like the clappers
a slave night and day
and was fed very little
and then led away
to the ejiao a stripping
a killing its clear
Working animals tragically
do live life in fear
humans are rotten
Right to their core
emotionless varmints
Amazingly free
of spirit
of loving
Of care or belief
from the beginning
it bore out such grief
In the blue of the ocean
the jellies
gentle progression
for they
pulsate and joyfully
sail calmly through
the salt of the ocean
its what jellies do
a gas filled bladder
and tentacles long
all sorts of colour
no colours wrong
here with the light and the sea
and it all
a state of wonder
astonishment, call
up the artist and tell them
be baffled to spy
a wonderful wizard
who just likes to fly
so weirdly toxic
a great man o’ war
a breathtaking evil.
whats it all for
a demonstration
just full of swank
a flourish of trumpets
a lot in the bank
form and solemnity
pompous and great
a being an entity
a realness of late
way down in the ocean
where light fades away
where darkness recovers
and tries to say
the really great flourish
Of tentacles that
Make a palpable difference
Where ever they are at.
life is creation
Beings under the sea
Is thoroughly beautiful
if you ask me
unless Indonesia happens
to be
the place where you live and love
then tragically
life is a bummer
for the indigenous they
get somewhat excitable
and skittish, the way
they treat us if injured
Dugongs alas
they forget they should protect us
And become crass
as for our suffering
they disregard
we become dinner
Mentally scarred
being protected
a species should be
appreciating
the joys of the sea
so empathetic
soulful and intense
being injured by boats
it makes no sense
to then feel the half hearted
uninspired way
the natives mistreat you
Out in the bay
their hideous nature
frightful they be
a knife in the body
ravaged we see
and feel the emotion
The fright and the fear
their tactless behaviour
oh yes its so clear
today is our last day
alive on this earth
eyes closing
supposing
what are we worth
Just fodder in fact
Just dead meat to fire
no way to react
the lord god is a liar
The in unbelievable abuse
of the Black Rhino
its horn, used by the Chinese
traditionally
to sure the various diseases
to aid their sexual deviation
employing the vile poachers
degeneracy
Money grabbing abjectness
criminality
spivvery and skulduggery
wavering loyalty
Murdering the Rhino’s
often with their calves
hacking off their glorious horn
Nothing done by halves
contemptible behaviour
every eight hours
a rhino is attacked
with utter scorn
poachers working
taking back to Viet Nam
the spoils
we might ask why
the horn was ever torn
off of a frantic mother
steeped in agony
a calf disparaged in such an awful way
a blood bath on the plain
rudeness and disdain
dreadful dereliction day on day
Prehistoric memories
of morality
the ruthless and the unrelenting power
of money and corruption
and medieval medicine
bloodthirstiness and barbarity
thats how
airlifted by helicopter
Thats a new idea
wild terrain and wilderness
darted now its clear
saving them from poachers
its what we must do
carry them upside down
and truck them out
its simply true
rolled into these moving crates
and driven far away
Zulu Land is arranging it
flying high they say
at the rate that Rhino Horns
are wanted
there will not be any Rhino
Left around
airlifting them to safety
is the only way ahead
where there are no roads
That is where they are bound
the haughtiness and arrogance
aforethought
the domineering tyranny
we see
the uneasiness and angst
it must be thwarted
safe guarding the Black Rhino
has to be
seemly and with dignity
Cutting through the anguish
that has been
there isn’t any science
its all medieval crap
a stagnation of irrelevance
To What has proved obscene.
This is the last chance for the Rhino’s
and we must respect all involved for they are
the last hope for existence of these wonderful creatures
in their rightful wild places
Famous names
forgotten claims
baby cow skins,they
seemingly care nothing
for what goes on today
Feathers plucked from live geese
with more feelings than those
plucking them
who chuck great handfuls
as their screaming grows
shearling lambs whose woefulnes
is a bitter pill to take
famous names
their thoughtless games
Nipping gnawing, gripping
warring
nauseous,tear-jerking, We
Fancy names
harrowingly
Rueful
mournful
Horrifying
fancy prices
all denying.
The unthinking cruelty and the finality of death
Contaminating and polluting
disposal overboard
the unconcern, and lack of care
the lethargy its everywhere
lines and hooks such apathy
the oceans feel the
phlegm and we
each creature stoically does try
to live our lives
a wondering why
sharks and turtles seals and all
get caught up
in the callous call
unconscious fishermen
they be
just polluting tragically
spiritless and impervious
the ocean depths its curious
violated everyday
the angst it causes
who can say
so indisposed
so much dismay
we all feel grief
the woeful way
the ocean bed
your dustbin for
the chafing
Ugliest of sore
The Faroes pales
into insignificance
killing Pilot Whales
storing up the mercury
One hopes their liver feels
not just fat and sluggish
But actually reveals
the evil that is life force
a deathly hush hangs low
retards in the back ground
the carnage it grow
Creation was Gods miracle
blood pools everywhere
55 plus Pilot Whales
and the unborn calves despair.
550 whales murdered this season
hatred of Wolves
in Wisconsin
really its everywhere
sinfulness we feel
a massacre is underway
its very very real
Federal protection
the Trophy Hunting mob
killing during breeding
their bloodbath it does rob
creation of its miracles
218 souls, gunned down
really all this wrongness
in each others blood we drown
abuses at high level
they came with hounds we know
fighting was inevitable
the evil it does grow
Trophy Hunting wildlife killers
Rotters simply they
want to kill 300 more
more and more each day
these hunters they sell guns
and ammunition
engaged in death
thats all they do
such disrespect of life
such vile contempt
Murdering whole families
YES its true
seen as unimportant, spurned
and left to die
nothing but fault finding
lambasting them and why
as to TONY EVERS this killing
has to cease
protection is the answer
really we need PEACE
a little understanding
and planning in the pot
all these recriminations
all trumped up , YES the lot
of wolves they feel the anguish
condemned every way
steeped in criminality
And of course made to pay
excessively though balancers
legitimate they be
the environment is governed
by their lifestyle and we see
their punishment, the slippery slope
to Hell and life no more
Accursed and atrocious
And what is it all for
Snowdonia a place of NATURAL beauty
seemingly and frighteningly might be
if the planning goes ahead
dead animals will be
stored there a facility
where farmers can drop off
their dead animals for storage
it seems horrible to me
up a single track road
the “kennels” is its name
already a planning application
was refused it seems the blame
to do with an incinerator
of hunting dogs their kills
and now another application
i have to say it chills
me to think an application
Could be lodged and be
adding to the carnage
it feels awful actually
Snowdonia a place of Natural Beauty
a grade 2 listed building is close by
water and yes housing
what of run off
to me it just feels wrong
under the sky
NP5/62/63G
NP5/62/63F refused application
For the same site.
..
Its frighteningly obvious
and cruel beyond belief
creating Hepatic Steatosis
and the most spiteful grief
this mousse or lobe of wickedness
Grotesque in every way
funnels pushed down tender throats
three loads every day
gavage, force fed these victims
their throats violently sore
their livers full of awfulness
nobody should ignore
it is a silent killer
NAFLD
malice and dushonour
a most outrageous ugliness
callous made with such brutality
fatty liver growing by the day
17 days of three dollops of corn
the liver grows and pushes into the lungs
ten times larger than when they were born
sadistic and blood thirsty
to have no mercy we
torture these sweet wonderful birds
with such vulgarity
how can human beings
buy and eat this pain
its really a degeneracy
truly its insane
eating houses serving it
are sicker its a crime
Buttery smooth so people say
the calories they climb
high 10o measly grams
Has Cholesterol on a scale
criminals and perverts
and good for nothings fail
the bingers and the gluttons
gastronomic fools
often drunk with rich red wine
gormandizing calls
out for more of the foie gras
the despicable I say
such irreverence such scant respect
a pejorative display.
Banning it forever
is a good idea
Boycotting shops that sell it
or serve it
it is clear
its unrightful
its invalid
its misjudgement
day on day
unfitting and inappropriate
for anyone to pay
It was women and children
that helped to protect
the wild Spanish Mustangs
the great disconnect
Velma and Dawn
who took up the fight
Against the inhumanity
it wasn’t right
their wildness was beautiful
But sadly man showed
his evil his cruelty
so much blood flowed
until Velma got wind
and fought for them, she
known as “Wild Horse Annie”
and her legacy
stopping the aircraft
the big trucks that chased
the murder of wild horses
it was her, who faced
the men and their cruelty
she did them proud
she cared and she shared
And she dared, a great cloud
Of true positivity
covered her tracks
the BLM was formed
despite the attacks
these wonderful horses
Their wildness their fire
survivors belonging
their nobleness higher
than so many others
muscled and strong
an unbroken line
their lineage long
a great state of wonder
and much admiration
followers loved them
across the nation
enigmatic and puzzling
Characterful
full of mystique and magic
a pull
respectability applause and acclaim
Intrepid and bold
as wild as a flame
kicking the dust
the pluck and the grace
such super stallions
who run at a pace
with all the conviction
and confidence, they
are content with their lot
at the end of the day
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
