YULIN

The ignorance is stunning
The unconsciousness too
Coal mining and oil fields
Are what the people do
It’s the northern most of cities
An industrial atmosphere
And the festival of eating
Dogs and lychees
It is clear
KOver ten day some 10,000
Pets and other dogs are used
Many brutally murdered
In cages are refused
Food they just sit waiting
For their time to come
When some bastard brutally murders Them
It’s enough to make you numb

All over it’s an evil
That the world can do without
Pet dogs stolen from the street
And that’s without a doubt
Still sporting fancy collars
These lap dogs soon will be
Basking in blood river
At the rainbow bridge
The fee
A great big bowl of
Boiled and scorched dead flesh
And lychees sweet
Yang and yin together
It becomes their treat
I am left bewildered of
The arrogance they use
By the ignorance of viruses
And how they do abuse

People as well as animAls
They are a violent race
Living as if centuries ago
We all should brace
Ourselves to see their wisdom
Their unfamiliarity
Charlatans their vagueness
And dollops of depravity
The weathers hot the markets packed
Flies are everywhere
Maggots in the cages
Bacteria they share
Dogs clearly are frightened
Their stomachs the diarrhoea
Helping hearing others dying
Clearly stressed with fear

Wet markets pieces hanging up
Right close to the street
The butchering classes
Ignorant arses
Not a bit discreet
Tortured scorched in high flame
And some are boiled alive
It’s all about adrenaline
As they struggle to survive
It hangs there the flesh completely
It tightens and it’s sweet
That’s what all these butchering types sell
Fresh canine meat
And lychees sweet and sugary
This is what they do
Fell their guts on dog flesh
And then the toilets too

And It’s all done yea right in your face
With flies and germs about
Laying on a table
Hanging bits no doubt
Bubbling pans of blood and gore
Of snot and skin and so much more
That’s the festival of YULIN
Instant pain and lasting sin
And then of course the whimpering
The screams
As they are pulled out of their cages
The nastiest of dreams
Forthcoming to those hearing
The last moments of their lives
It’s blisteringly awful
And not a soul survives
The onslaught of the filthy dirty
Brain dead creep who will convert
A wagging happy hound
Now lying in the dirt
Vomiting it’s heart up
Shivering yes so
And finally is dispatched
With another hammer blow