We ignore their intelligence and their sensitivity

Our arrogance is coupled
With pure ignorance for we
Breed pigs and put them onto concrete decks
Many dirty
No straw for nests no water no ways
To remain cool
Without sweat glands they overheat
They need space once and for all

But of course it’s our
ambivalence
We gamble with their soul
Each dose of overcrowding
And trying to control
An animal whose intelligence
Is rather more than we
Are prepared to contemplate
And many ever see

The need to give them fresh air
and freedom amongst the trees
Instead they are stuck in concentration camps
Not even breeze
Reaches them uncomfortably
They exist along the way
Suffering and roughing it out
In gestation crates too, they

Are the flaw in every argument
It’s unwarranted what we do
As piglets, we chop off their tails
No painkillers it’s true
Held up like some ragged doll
And with rusty Pliers remove
Their tails and their tiny bollocks
Not something to approve

The agony is genuine
Some labourer as thick
If he gets a splinter in his finger
He goes sick
But molesting a poor piglet
Carrying out surgery
Upside down and shaking
Of course it’s infamy

But it’s every piglets pleasure
Something to remind
Every little piglet
What is left behind
Many bleed like crazy
And suffer in the pen
Some do not get over it
They cry alone and then

Lay and die or can’t get
Up
and are picked up and just thrown
Head down on the concrete
The labourer does disown
A little life in agony
Doesn’t even care
As its little legs kick
It’s trying to run
But the murderers not aware

CAFO style pig farms
See sophistry for sure
Contrary to reason
When you go through that door
Then you are just a number
Expect to get a kicking
Your a piglet after all
The clock you see it’s ticking

Pigs are pretty clever
They Are cleaner than the blokes
Actually looking after them
This is why it chokes
Me up, to see the shit they are often kept in
Every day
Standing in their feces
Which causes them dismay

They never dump where they are standing
Not in a million years
Only when they are managed by ignorance
Then tears
Are evident just everywhere
Tagged and sprayed then they
Will understand the number on their back
Tells them the day

They are going on their last trip out
To the death camp from the farm
They know, they have those
kind of thoughts
They realise the harm
That’s done to them
Their consciousness and awareness it is good
They would prefer some privacy for they are misunderstood
And they suffer, they get anxious, stressed out and forlorn
But no one gives a monkeys it doesn’t even dawn
On many of the handlers that pigs can think and be
Hurt by how we talk to them and treat them constantly.

Teeth a chipped it’s all part of the vagaries of life
They are going to get a kicking for sure
Adds to the strife
Some of them go bonkers and some of them get sick
They have no expectations but they never miss a trick
They possess imagination and dream as well for they
Are not just protoplasm, at the end of the day

Creativeness and inventiveness
Qualities they possess
But in the concentration camp
All they feel is stress
The cries of sows in gestation crates
and piglets when they are born
Often crushed or broken
Their little lives just torn

away from them completely
Imagine the mothers wrath.
She’s carried them and loved them.
down the gestation path
Boar semen in her orifice
Then months on end in here
Cannot turn around just meditate
And live for hours in fear

And then it’s time for exit
To the slaughterhouse by truck
That when they want to run away
That’s when they know their luck
Is up and soon the screeching.the horror and the pain
Is coming as they stand in line
And await the final train
Of thought into the chamber
Bang you dead they say
Bleed them of their precious blood
And watch them twitch and sway

Some make it past that area
Into the boiling soup
It happens sometimes tragically
Someone from the troop
Gets to die at beating boiled alive oh dear
That’s the life of the pig today
In a constancy of fear.

If you read this
And can eat bacon
Then really I have to say
There is something wrong with your ticker
So check it right away

If you read this
And eat spare ribs
Then really I have to say
I can’t believe you admit to that
It’s like looking the other way

So infact it’s like the labourers
Who pull their bollocks off
Just with a pair of rusty pliers
Who don’t even hear them cough

We ignore their intelligence
And their sensitivity
And PAY for it in Heaven
There’s A little tip from me.

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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