Ok it’s a cow
a female
a mother
with feelings of care
With love for its babies
it knows that we kill them
Their hearts and their minds
we must share
That godly gift of believing
the sort of pain that we feel
It’s raw emotion
it’s true devotion
it’s the carnivores appearing unreal
The ring through its nose isn’t jewellery it’s torture collectively so
Carried out by the farmhands who don’t realise
They feel great pain as some know
Shackled to barn posts and walls waiting for
The idiot workers to come
To drag them to hurt them to steal their babies
This cruelty it leaves me numb.
She gasps
Her breathing difficult
A mother after all
Who breathes life which was magical
But chicken houses rule
The roost uncaring traitors
Who torture the feathered ones
Who steal their beloved children 🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓
who knows which
daughters and sons
Yes I am a chicken
a Hen and when
i was born I was torn
By the likes of your men
for hell is their worth
And was where they gave birth
in the stinkiest cage
being there for an age
excrement and piss
Was what they thought was bliss
scrawny and aching
such violence is breaking
my heart and my feet
and my breasts and my eyes
fed on shit they just spit
on us daily no lie:’s
I am a chicken
a featherless scrawn
bloodied and suffering
ever since I’ve been born
life in their vacuum
a featherless Hell
andyou want to eat me
can you taste my smell
maggoty and rotting
bleeding and shitty
and everyone knows it
and the meat trade
won’t tell
not one ounce of pity
from your ugly mugs
how we are treated each day
and eaten by most of you
oh yea you pay
a much cheaper price
in the kebab shops where
mutton and lamb
,also share our despair.
🐓🐏
She is hanging
Garrotted in agony she
A personable beauty
Who witnessed her duty
And hangs diabolically
That’s how we treat these pure life lines
The Meat Trade the torturing mob
I write each poem to protect my friends
In the night alone yes I do SOB. 🐖🐖🐖🐖🐷🐽
Beautiful darling Rabbits
Softly their docility
How we reward them
By ripping their fur
For the wool that will earnestly
Bring us to feel all that bloodlust
Transfer their true agony
Onto our ugly vile bodies
And yes to our dark infamy
Wet straight from its mothers womb
Shaking in a fit
Of agony and cruelty
And now where it doth sit
Crying in it’s pitiful state
Very very sore
Loveless feeling frantic
like every pig before
thanks to the MEAT TRADE
Internally struggling
His memories flowing
Hanging abominably
Deep down he’s lowing
Fearful and wary wondering why
Such an innocent beast
Has to actually die
A piglet that’s a little baby
What does it expect
The farming people to torture them
Nothings ever checked
Teeth are chipped tails are docked
Testicles cut through
This we do to babies
In the MEAT TRADE
All for you 🐷
Born into a prison a vile vicious crate
Shared with a family and their mother
A state of
Real purgatory
Tragically they the babies are neglected
No space you see
Gestation crates reduce space in the barn
Honest to goodness a real tragic yarn
A percentage die not enough food🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐖
Bouvaer an enzyme
created for profit
reducing the methane
farting in stalls
when the rumens imbalanced
cows fart like the clappers
which supposedly creates
a greenhouse gas and
grass fed and herbage
was godly and needed
farmers these days
are an arrogant bunch
cows don’t get to choose
which herbs they prefer
They eat what they are given
in the past they were
left to themselves kind of foraged
and understood
about digestion
they ate what they could
When they feel unwell
they choose what is good for them
their guts are in balance
But man he knows best
Green house gases the farting regime
18 per cent
Hear some of us scream
As breathing is shallower
Cow culprits they
Are ingesting chemicals
To save the day
The price of milk the torture the pain
Planetary influence and the insane
It sits in the valley
surrounded by
lots of tall firs
and mountains that fly
White facing houses
All built facing the sun
to the right down the valley
Where The old town, homespun
of ancient acclaim
listed buildings of stone
Dolgellau a story book comes to life
shown
to be vastly up bringing a romance
that we
from Awelfa out yonder
oh yes we all see
a grey autumn sky
a stillness, though
bushes on stalks
in front of me grow
these newer buildings
are facing repairs
not built like the old places
Where ancientness shares
a timid retreat dry stone walls
committed to age
a mysterious sight
clearly way off the page.
Let’s get together
They sensed from each other
Pull on my tail and move the cage
This is a brilliance of heart soul and mindfulness
Primates are real mates
They honestly are
Rocket man what we see
Is absolutely genuinely
Launching rockets to fly high
And returning directly which is why
So much ingenuity
And financial clout and amazingly brilliant
Technical know how
So many cows are spent and lame
Broken in agony dairies though claim
How kind they are to cows
So many lies
raped kidnapped shackled
To me no surprise
It’s all about torturing females and why
All of these beautiful animals die
they
honestly suffer
terribly so
for the milk and the cheese
Beautiful Spring blossoms
Pink chiffon dainty jewels
Birds flutter and sometimes mutter
Flying without rules
Bursting, pretty petalled forms
That whisper softly
as the sun warms
☀️
Pincer claw the crab next door
His shell a brilliant hue
Under the sea ethereally
He is silently in view
The coral caves
And mermaid raves
His sideways stance is true 🦀
Egypt air
Why be unaware
Of those primates stolen
And shipped by you
To experimental laboratories
Cut open and murdered
Yes it’s true
You facilitate this horror
For the air freight that you earn
What a sickly business
Evil at every turn
With his lousy red wheelbarrow
He steals her calf away
She has worked to make that baby
And the dairy won’t delay
Murdering the baby
Especially if it’s male
An Evil nasty horrid trade
A sad and tragic tale
Listen to the mother
Crying in the night
She’s inquisitive is Hetty
Observant through and through
So aware of wildness
And when the skies are blue
She really does love Autumn
The falling leaves of brown
She comes into the garden
And just knows the low-down
On everything 🦊
Whole shoals of beautiful families
Exist below the waves
Many myriad species
Hunted by vast knaves
Nets and creels and hooks are used
Vast amounts being abused
Pulled out of their virgin sea
And slammed down hard so brutally
Trawling and dredging
Damaging habitats
Total destruction of sea bed
Where all
Life is destroyed it is catastrophic
Fish of all sizes
Cats care cats share cats are aware
They appreciate the love
They realise someone in pain
Perhaps it’s from above
The psyche, the sensitivity
They actually do know
And will try to participate
In the healing flow 🐈🐈⬛
Sharks fin soup lacks understanding
All these finned souls being killed
Drying them as a glutinous substance
Tasteless blood being just spilled
By the ignorant by the arrogant
Imbecilic actually
Murdering sharks and rays such violence
Upsets the balance mercilessly
Life forms wasted
Hourly
Beautiful fish that swam
Seconds before
In the undersea
We create a jam
Of the sweetest bodies
Hooked or netted We
Waste these wondrous miracles
Disappointingly
It’s not to do with crushing babies
its to do with space
farrowing or gestation
It’s quite the disgrace
the meat trade economics
thats what it’s about
lies pure lies they tell us
and that’s without a doubt
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
