She wears a white dress but she doesn’t confess

A white dress and boots
Stood there in the sun
A big ram hung swinging
Look what she’s done
Stripping the skin
And the wool of his back
Stood on his head
So under attack
She is the hunter
Who doesn’t care less
She gets off on killing
On causing them stress
She says they are not sentients
No feelings at all
She’s describing herself now
Well that is her call

She needs a beating
A flogging yes too
Inflicting this agony
Is what they do
She has to realise
What she does there
Is abominable
And filled with despair

She is just darkness
A maiden of death
Begrudging the animals
Sharing our breath
Her bloody bones
Are the rankest ghost girl
We should goblinize her
And bloody well hurl

Her vile ugly body
Into the abyss
Where the devil won’t miss her
I am not taking the piss
The animal kingdom
Have much love around
A devotion and amorousness
I have found

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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