Rex Tyler's Poetry Blog

Live exports is a shambles
Standing all the way
The sea outside is often rough
Up top you have the spray
No vet around to help us
Often hot and dry
Bruised and battered
And covered in shit
No word of a lie
Arriving we are for the chop
Prodded and kicked and sworn
Live exports is hell for us
Where we wish we had never been born

Sea sickness

A piglet lies in silence
His prayers were never heard
His mother she is weeping
For what has just occurred
Pig farmers are the Harmers
Heartless to a tee
Life gives way to still born’s
And true insanity🐖

Huge stresses on their bodies
Via the arrogance of man
His ignorance complacent
He hasn’t any plan
Of empathy of fairness
Of compassion none at all
We animals are suffering

Imagine being born
Seeing the light of day
Escaping from your mothers place
A clean and holy way out into a farmyard
With filth and ignorance high
On their vile agenda’s wet and warm
To dry
The labouring devil farmers
Into sawdust they
Dry your skin with vermin spin
Torture which is high
On the farming agenda
Arrogance and pain
Manhandling and egregiously
Totally insane

A loving couple appreciating life
We’re murdered, they
We’re camping out in Africa searching for seeds
We know their lives were made together
A partnership of care
Who were set upon by the bandit class
Wholly unaware
Of the true beauty of love and a wondrous life
Violent vicious ugly buggers creating ugly strife
They set upon this couple stabbing
them and they
stole their money and credit cards
And just tossed them pair away
into a crocodile infested swamp
imagine that will you
The angels end was awful
And now we hear it’s true
They have been caught and they will spend
The rest of their lives in gaol
Hopefully their bitter end will come sooner
In a hell
That’s coming or them surely.

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We degrade life forms
Insensitivity
The pain of death
Is explicably
Overlooked summarily
Such awful pain
We cheat and we eat
Again and again

Chickens lay
It’s the sacred way
Of promoting their creed
Hens use the deed
To further their lot
A future they have got
Instead sadly dead
Unfertilised bounty
Lost to the creed
Burn out of the quagmire
Where many bleed
In prisons of wrath
Excrement loaded
So much cruelty
Yes it be coded
By the illiterates
Every day
No one’s a prophet now
You can say

Iceland murders Fin Whales The second largest soul To frequent the cold waters A baleen whale whose will Is to swim the vast oceans And what do Icelanders do Only about two percent Is eaten there So few Ever want to eat the flesh or the blubber Most discarded Or frozen and shipped to Japan Where of course it’s guarded It’s not as if they are hungry Shipped off to Japan And a lot is thrown back into the sea Really man for man Kristjan loftsson The skipper who believes He was born Toharpoon whales And this he achieves Murderous vicious horrible weaponry Agony and worse Explosive harpoons Frighteningly Clearly are a curse So much blood and thunder Dire and dirty they, Scream into the heavens When the Icelandic hunters stray These are gentle giants Soft hearts brilliant minds Hunted very viciously The great bids see the signs Iceland holds its ugly weaponry Hears the torrid screams so loud Why is Kristian doing this Such intent is soured Regression so abominable One man one ship one soul Murdering these beautiful beasts He is out of control

captain A sailor
His riches are many
This whale hunting misery
Sailing the seas
Shooting harpoons Into beautiful creatures
With great hearts and souls
He is their disease
He murders these fine beasts
Tortured and frightens them
Weighing great tonnage Drags them along
It may take hours For death to accomplish
His weird fascination
He thinks he has powers
Over them such is his sickness
Destroying beautiful creatures Who traverse the deep
And what does he do with such splendid creations
Cuts them to pieces This vilest of creep
Flogs them to Japan Where parts are then eaten
sold as fish fillets
Not whale meat for he Knows
that sensitive workers In several ports
Would boycott the cargo Protected species There are lots of people Who hold lovely thoughts
For whales being slaughtered All over the oceans Fin whales these baleen whales Giants among
Creature below the waves Breaching and showing Their glorious body mass Yes the unsung