“Patches” it happened in Rupert in Idaho

Ritualistic violence of a young horse
Set the news
In Idaho it happened
Some might just refuse
To believe this degree of
Evil
Could exit around where we
Live and play and die
But it did and we did see

The story a wee horse
Called patches stolen from its place
And dragged at least a mile it was
Already a disgrace
Already massive trauma
And torture to a soul
An innocent a quiet boy
Playing a gentle role

Who were they who could do this
In the silence of the night
Such hatred for another
And so devoid of light
Such abhorrence and so offensive
Such antipathy and bad blood
They punched his eyes out
An abomination
To a loathing and a flood

i just cannot imagine a more
solemn case for pain
They punched his face
Such a lovable face
Again and again and again
This nauseous rejection
This denouncing way
Of making a soul cry out in pain
An odious display

And he a dearest sweetheart
A cupid in disguise
A precious jewel and treasure
One of the lovely guys
Felt the venom watched them singing
Their treachery on fire
Then they cut his genitals off
A service seen as dire

And then cut out his stomach
And left him standing there
Bleeding out in agony
And facing such despair
These fiends these must be psychopaths
Get off to hearing screams
To watching blood and thunder
Its the most sexual of dreams
For they are all but passed it
Zoosadists they became
Coined by Ernest Bornemann
They get off on the same
Vile and direst cruelty
To animals and beyond
Its a disease of abject awfulness
And between them feel a bond

And stick together crazily
And perform their ritual acts
An anathema of evil and an abuse of all the facts

This poor soul lasted overnight
And was put down by the vet
Probably he was hoping although his mind was set
On trying to get through this
Realisation showed
there was no reason for coming back
Along that terrible road
Their sanity was shot away their malediction too
Brutal rough and ugly and a very heavy load

Leaving what for him was a cruel world and well we know
The zoo sadists didn’t make it either for them it was a blow
Away from any sanity or sense or feelings for
Any natural beauty like living in the raw

They are criminals for certain rehearsing as they go
Killing and maiming wild life as gradually they grow
Possibly raping children and women and then they
Move on to serial killing making yet more pay

Patches took the forcefulness
Cried for hours on end
Hoped a human would come along
And hopefully be his friend
But it didn’t happen
In fact the worse time came
When he suffered like the clappers
This ongoing disdain