Camel rides in Egypt

Tourism seems to bring out
The worst in many a soul
In Egypt what the handlers do
Prove they have lost control
Their unruliness is awful
Their savage brutal ways
Extra heavy handed
Imagining it pays

Camels those great desert
Angels
Who traverse far and wide
Take the sand and bear the heat
And oft provide a ride
Who often feel vulgarity
And naivete as well
Tactless obtuse handlers
Most were trained in Hell

They are whipped
And often beaten
Around their testicles we hear
Often foaming at the mouth
Bleeding from to ear
Suffering terrible abuse
Just so tourists can
Ride past the famous pyramids
Making selfies man to man

Parochial decisions
They have a one tracked mind
Thinking about money
For them it’s underlined
But clearly they are unbalanced
To torture as the do
To take it out on the animals
Who They are so clueless to

The realisation
The incredulity
They don’t have the capacity
To really see it through
Their backwardness leads clearly
To what is actually abuse
Cruelty and Infamy
The kill their golden goose

And it’s all put down to arrogance
For the camels they can beat
When they have all been tortured
often on the street
They fall and then they are murdered
Throats cut they drift away
Worked to death take their last breath
for such a life they pay

As tourists we must show empathy
Realise that they
Are being abused they slave along
In the hot sun every day
Beaten for their exercise
Threatened for their pain
The handlers incompetence
Clearly cannot gain

Even an ounce of true respect
no expectation here
They work the animals day and night
And do so in such fear
Of being brutally handled
Torture is their thing
The tourists are the reason
And many with their bling

Ride upon the animal
Bedecked in scars and pain
Often bleeding from the nose
It gets harder to regain
A semblance of true consciousness
As the torture carries on
The handlers go beyond decency
For tourism a con

Peta tells it like it really is