What evil lies inside
the so called farms of ill repute
torturing tiny Beagle babes
hurt but always resolute
each an inner warrior
charming and friendly, they
despite the jackboot treatment
still wag their tails and say
Hope Spring Eternal
we can hear the true warriors outside
forever chanting shouting sighting and crying
The corporate Cops
stand guard
Whilst baby Beagles
face true wrath
warriors living outside
they know the evil path
the vivisectionist medics take
Cops eyes wide open see
absolutely nothing
nor hear the screams that be
Emanating from the yard
innocence knows pain
Born in
some dark puppy mill
some shitty vile dark drain
Beaten up and bloody
No motherly comforts here
just the ugly loathing
and the bloody awful fear.
Camp Beagle a hell hole in Huntingdon
from the place
it is indeed the Western Cape
a graveyard for our once
resplendent Seals
sick and injured
many corpses
emaciated and it feels
entirely wrong
just skin and bone
no blubber left at all
Such devastation
and die off
they, unable to trawl
the Seas it seems
for the life giving fish
Capetown
and at Hout Bay
God help them
they are starving
what else is there
to say.
The wild ducks swans and Plovers
come face to face with those
Covid masks tossed everywhere
they covered our mouth and nose
all the mucus membranes
just tossed into the air
left around for the wild life
because we do not care
imagine being a carp or roach
a gudgeon or a bream
floating on the pool surface
A mucus ridden stream
of hopelessness and ugliness
it really isnt fair
Covid masks on every street
why are we not more aware.
barricades everwhere
frighteningly
people packed in
like sardines
so tightly
arms above your head
you couldnt put them down
where was the safety
in bodies you drown
tightly packed together
there was no safe way out
ten souls were killed there
there is no doubt
Venality and shabbiness
Irreverence all night
scorn disdain and paltriness
unfitting never right
that all these youngsters lost their lives
and the show went on an on
travis kep on rapping
though some had already gone
death knocked on the door that night
ten sweet souls would lay
forever their finality
they were made to pay
all this rapping violence
the chaos at the door
the barricades the
lack of care
there was evil thats for sure
wrongdoers and blackguards
vulgarity and more
ten deaths such a loathing
love was cancelled there
those who went will remember
it for all the despair
The creaking gate
a portal to a Neolithic place
shrouded in a weave of trees
seclusion and such grace
in essence where quiescence and a stillness
and tranquillity
opens minds to a gaping fold
of meadows sweet
and symphony
of cornfields drowned in midnight blue
a prominence wet with the dew
each matrix of each moment
behold Chipping below
its precincts all embracing
the light we now bestow
rooves decking and rafters
gables pitch and height
from this gradient seeing
the fluidness of light
assiduous and regular
the feet of robed souls stood
engaged in patient prompitide
seemingly for good
entrnched up here in history
of base solidity
enduring many centuries
of ritualistic druidry
At the Rollrights Always listen
to the coming of the dawn
to the muses heard at twilight
far away towards the corn
listen to the grove of trees that
silently proclaim
stand beside the glorious Elder
of Long Compton fame
the Kings men
were exhausted as they reached
the steepest part
they lay getting their
breath back
all of stoutish heart
the diminutive
a crone in rags did cry
this hill is mine the lot of you
so leave now or you shall die
artificiality armies of Beef we see
in feedlots in Nebrasca JBS it feels to me
each creating energy under a blazing sky
panting drooling suffering heat
and letting the methane fly
these are sensitive animals
imprisoned closely they
do not have any fresh green grass
its grains they eat all day
Dusty dirty uncomfortable
stressful through and through
hormones implanted in their ears
growing as they do
out of all proportion
internally they feel
sick and also fearful
the lives appear unreal
man abuses science
abuses husbandry
its all tied in with margin
and profitability
the animals feel wretched
and in the blazing heat
they havent been given water
which rapidly does unseat
it plays with their equilibrium
they suffer very much
standing in their water troughs
its true we are out of touch
unthinking and unfeeling
our interest in them fails
the artificialty rapidly derails
Their needs their bodily functions
their stress beyond belief
methane levels rise up
giving them such grief
extreme meat equals cruelty
and with triple digit heat
growth hormones
And all this added stress
these poor souls cant compete
they suffer and they weaken
on all counts it is wrong
and the planet is also reeling
for production does not belong
anywhere on Gods Earth
not anywhere at all
we have to return to natural care
to try to overhaul
and return to balance
to thoughtful husbandry
to treating soul with true respect
not this violent infamy.
what we saw was a terrible issue
that was covered up for years and years
the Catholic Church at the heart of it all
creation conversion and tears
taking advantage of children
many a priest seemingly
got them to offer them favours
treating them abominably
it had surfaced many times earlier
But the church was enabled to quosh
to move priests to some other area
apparently that seem to wash
over the problems completely
as far as the authorities they
Got rid of the paperwork
and with a move
it was only the victims that pay
Nobody hears tiny voices
in the night sky up above
the problem was rife
just all over the place
we have to ask where was the love.
the respect and the care for the people
when irreverence was everywhere
masses of courage the victims they suffered
Terribly with the despair.
the church was a giant
so many men in high places can say
it was preposterous
and could ensure
hopelessness
left them resigned
All of those stresses nightmares in fact
With madness Becoming aligned
some inconsolable some felt defeat
suffering years of regret
ill-0mened,disheartened
racked with timidity
the qualms and mistrust
they were set
fine in the storm of the moment
the prejudice that was around
making out it was the victims
the children
Who in the squalor were drowned,
they grew up some with vile upheaval
Mistrust and misgivings for they
had given their all To their unseen God
And nothing was going away.
experiencing the nip and the tuck
the indiscretions prevailing
brinkmanship sickness all dire
as time went on some were ailing
the truth it gushed forth
the craven the cowardly
The rotters a blight
The Catholic Church had assembled
And really had no appetite
for disclosing the truth
So it covered
all of its tracks anyway
recriminations should go on forever
its so important they pay
the reporters were raring to get on with it
fastidiousness was the name of the game
no stone unturned
no bridges burned
this was their purposeful claim
a brainstorm of journalist rigour
An editor straining to be
in the midst of this gloom
stuck to the task
along with the depravity
some 90 Priests on the paper
and the Catholic Church knew it all
wonderment, that had been cancelled
an affront to those taking their call
so many hearts had been broken
so many souls had been lost
The agony reached every mortal
in truth a terrible cost
the contempt and the scorn
it was awful
grown men cried avidly they
were giving their god
what he asked for
each one consumed on that day
the terror a despicable feeling
That swelled in their guts
night and day
there is no forgetting
the ravish and the way they had
been made to pay.
the paper though cut through
the bullshit
exposing the truth as it was
the Church received censure
condemning
what went before
Was because
They all were terribly evil
and it went on for years
Making those
sweet children pay
for the lust and the filth
whilst their priests quietly all
crept away.
Austrians fight back
As the governments spoken
with their hardness of heart
and the contract lies broken
freedom for those
vaccinated sops
as most today knows
there is no humanity
not any more
the puppets are caught in their strings
i abhor
The ideals they call outsocialist fools
a complete litany
Existing Laws
Existing rules
who are the puppets
climbing up walls
seizures and sleep eyes
the great brainwashed breed
clap them in iions
and honour the breed
At hunts the police
are bystanders
seldom engaging
and so when the so called
hunters are out baiting Badgers
They do so without being schooled
wild life created in tune with where they
are put on the earth to live and to play
not have these rabid hunters drunken perhaps
who bait badger setts they are emboldened chaps
they get around the law landowners who
with mates in high places
who know what to do
its the same as excuses on trail hunting
they go after foxes
police look the other way
its the old boys network
you scratch mine and i yours
and get on with killing and counting your scores
badgers have been in this neck of the woods
their families are decent
and deliver the goods
already accused of giving cows TB
which means nod nod wink wink
And nothing to see
A big tail
a grand ocean
A big body
thats me
they call me sperm
a whale that is me10,000 feet down
no sun for me
only luminesce
too cold to drown
no gardens to speak of
just strange souls who be
very weird looking
even for the sea
all kinds of monsters
frequent the deep
and with humanity whaling
it so makes me weep
Festive Safari’s for Brits
just believe
a Russian Company
Wants to achieve
dosh in the bank
with a big guarantee
That you can kill Reindeers
yes any you see.
£6000 quid pull the trigger and see
A beautiful Reindeer screaming tragically
shot dead and kicking
Santa will be
pissed off let me tell you
but not as much as me
a Christmas tree made of antlers
each one a soul
wanting to live so much
but the control
the rifle the bullets
the evil of hunt
7 days a thousand quid
yes its no stunt.
Mixed bags on offer
Moose Grouse & Lynx
Wolves even Reindeers
Nobody blinks
that can cost six grand
Maybe a bear
Baikal Safari’s will always be there
snow mobiles quad bikes
is easy and you
can murder the wild life
And your dreams can comes true.
to all the sadist
the bastards of time
who reward their Christmas
with the bloodiest crime.
Look at her
grotesquely shovelling
Real living tentacles she
is aware they feel pain
but she is insane
providing details to me
no humane or compassionate person
no female with nurturing ways
She cannot see innocence
or the unfallen
all she sees through her madness
her delinquent guilt
Is the spital she swallows
and the dead souls that wilt
Someone should arrest her
caressing and stressing
where does she sit
In the annuls of malvolence
a gluttonous indulgent slag
a guzzling guormand
the crunch of live tissue
she is afterall a rich hag
Lipstick of crimson
From menstrual flood
she made it on facebook
loving the blood
every last element
Of this live soul
a monster from Asia
now out of control
imagine a kiss from her
her wretched sick gob
with a coke over ice
her mission to rob
her filthy digestion
her stomach to match
shameless indecent
she is really no catch
a permissive obscenity
thats who she be
if she’s taken ill
chuck the bitch in the sea.
but the bitch is insane
They demand the fur off your back, they do
and your skin as well
in foreign parts those without hearts
send the souls through Hell
hanging cats and dogs on hooks
and ripping the skin whilst they
suffer, they suffer terribly
and are then just tossed away
heaps attracting hordes of flies
as the souls bleed out
and all this torture and all this pain
is for hags of course who doubt
these butchered pelts have to be cured
treated with chemicals, they
are treated by poor souls in China and India
who are made ill
so toxic they pay
For the bloody fur trade all the fancy names
the fancy designers who earn
the cat walks with tenderness unlike
the models
those who abuse they should burn
leg hold traps, trappers
the lowest of the low
setting these traps
where the wild creatures go
imagine the shock and the terror
they feel
with their leg hanging off
they cannot conceal
the fact life is over
a precious limb smashed
and they wait for the bastard
who ought to be trashed
jailed for a lifetime
but the great fashion stores
pay these vile blighters
with all of their flaws
wild souls in cages
cages of wire
where their feet are on fire
where its cold and its dire
psychotic behaviour
they are driven mad
by men some might know
even, someones dad
they look normal possibly
out in the street
but inside they are monsters
no way are they discreet
evil and wicked, corrupt all through
if you were a fox you know what they’d do
I cry out at night for those creatures who
become hats and coats for people like you
trimmings on jackets on some collars and cuffs
on market made cheap stuff designed for the roughs
The fancy named places
exorbitantly
increase their margins
the dead souls might be
still in their essence
the ether as well
the DIO’s and The Hermes
lets hear the applause
Minks, foxes wolves Persian Lambs they
muskrat and Beaver
And coyote all day
murdered like rags
on a shit heap of fame
you bet I am angry
that they ever came
to murder so woefully
look at them screaming
Its one long nightmare
all the while they are dreaming.
of much bigger margins
of much bigger cars
of stardom and you bet
A change in the laws
Reckless abandon
evil intent
Ron Spooner by name
says he’s just so content
with killing a wild bird
a migratory soul
a sandhill crane
in cold blood he stole
With a crack and a thud
the great wingspan
pulled back
to show its great power
Succumbed to his attack
wondering how
such a glorious bird
happen to be
attracted absurd
to his plastic copies
and lovely rich
corn
and the tired hungry Crane
thought she’d found her new dawn
what dreadful naivete
what Vulgar obtuse
a godly creature
wondrously loose
ready to fly off to Paradise
she
gunned down so sickly
the permanency
tears just too many
for far far away
her man of the moment
thinks of her today
shot though the heart
and tortured to death
by an arse with a gun
who stole an angels breath
a scholar of ignorance
thats what he be
this miracle wonder
he killed desperatly
his non realisation
and artlessness
an imperfect hunter
Causing myriad stress
All the sleeze
From No 10
MP’s earning dosh
In the British Virgin Islands
Does the story wash
On his MP salary
And expenses and now he
Is earning almost a million quid
It just doesn’t feel right to me— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 12, 2021
Horses for courses
Many are breaking
Their legs in the race
The agony taking
Desiccants sed on their
Various feed
Glyphosate weakens
Their bones yes indeed
Lads of them being shot
Thats what we see
Lacking the glycine
Spectaculaly.— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 12, 2021
They called me Winter
A dolphin lass
Trapped on a crab line
it felt so crass
So frustrating
truthfully in so much pain
hauled off to captivity
which felt insane
a prosthetic tail
they said I was fine
But deep down inside
Stuck on that crab line
i really felt awful
and for my real tail
did pine
issues more complex
my bottlenose sense
Inside my body and mind
was so tense
i gave up the fight
Last Thursday night
And now in the ether
enjoying my flight
to where humans no longer exist
Stealing feathers from the birds
I am truly lost for words
Pillows for the human head
And so many wild birds Dead
🕊🐓🐊🦆🦅🐧🐦🐤🦩🦢— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Blaming Badgers for TB
That cows get due to bad husbandry
Not on grass on soya meal
Imagine how those poor cows feel
Badgers murdered one by one
Families broken in the sun
Wild and free in sets they be
And shot and killed incessantly— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
A badger mother
Is such a sport
For centuries she has been taught
To love and care for her little ones
But the govt with their evil guns
Shoot to maim and proffer blame
Protecting farmers yes by name🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🐄🐂🐄
— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Vaccine passports pure deceit
Sophistry on every sheet
Forcing carers to undergo
Bodily torture as we know
Fear and fright is everywhere
In honesty it isn’t fair
Where is our democracy
Cancelled out by tyranny— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Pangolins such pretty souls
Innocent soft calming roles
Termite eaters their menu
But what the Chinese doctors do
Is tell the populace that the scales
When dried and ground up
Assist males
A curative its quackery
Bordering on impiety.— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Rhino horn is keratin
Like our toe nails
So a sin
To make out its a cure all and
Attracts poachers who think its grand
To murder Rhino’s everyday
By cutting their precious horns away— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Foie gras is an obscenity
A disease of tortured constancy
Force feeding geese
With lumps of fat
Watch their livers grow
From they were at
Ten times bigger
Thats what they do
And its called foie gras
Its no a dream come trueThat guormands eat
— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Ejiao a perversion
A vile threat a weird incursion
Scalp the donkeys
Of their hair
Show them truthfully
how much
You care
Its sick of soul
And demented too
But its what the Chinese like to do— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Sharks have fins
Godly designed
Sharks fin soup
Is not aligned
To decency or morality
Its evil and unlawfully
Poachers search the seas
And they
Remove the fins
And toss away
The dying bodies
Imagine that
Sharks fin soup
And chicken fat— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Caviar another star
The sturgeons eggs
Fit in a jar
The poor fish perishes
So that we
Can carry out our larceny
I can truthfully say
I have never tried
No wonder the sturgeons
All try to hide
They tv chefs they are everywhere
Dealing in this dark despair— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Beagles such a lovely breed
Strong and healthy
And their need
To be friendly souls
Which is what they are
But in laboratories these angels star
Experimentation evil stuff
Of our sinfulness they have had enough
Torture and mayhem every day
With the public looking the other way— rex tyler DTM (@rextyler2) November 10, 2021
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
