Wrongdoers there are too many
Defaces in a way
Rupturing the spirit of the cow
Making them pay
Ruffians and scoundrels
Out there in the barn
Misanthropes such evil
A mischief making yarn
It really is
An exhausting way
To expect the dolphins every day
To be forced to try
And live in a tank
Where you apply
All the conditions
That cause great stress
On them think harder
And please confess
To the cruelty you are causing them🐬🐬
I just love to be asked
and kind of feel tasked
to sorts through the pictures
of models today
bonding with friendship
choosing new clothes
that sensationally
celebrate and sanctify
all that is special
those fine airs
and graces
amour and esteem
regard and revere
the magic of purchase
The drama is clear
even hasten a tear
a sweet transformation
Where silence is golden
It is around here
On a warm Summers day
a genius waiting
soft clothes are ordered
enchanted she be
With so much to say
its true wonder -working
when the parcels arrive
its then when she’s happy
A sunlit sky
doth mystify
the poet at his place
conversing with the birds around
who avidly embrace
the water pots the sunflower seeds
the wild edibles that grow
I talk to them
they analyse
the sounds and pitch
their eyes just seem to know
And flash messages into their soul
communication amazingly
in utter control.
No dacorum no respect
Farmers actually are never checked
Allowed to torture the female who
Are raped who give birth kidnap then true
Violated day and night
Look how they handle a female
Right near right always wrong
Sadistic miserable do not belong
In our shared space
Artemisia Vulgaris
or Mugwort
called Sailors Tobacco
classified as feminine
its chosen planet Venus where
element Earth presiding share
Artemis its deity
powers of psychic strength that be
prophetic dreams
that literally
astral project apparently
place leaves of same inside your shoes
for the strength to wander
and peruse
without a lowering of energy
prophetic dreams then beautifully
an infusion will cleanse
crystal balls and defend
magical stimuli everywhere
this wondrous herbal
do prepare
The Philippines it seems to me
create a vibe apparently
of songstresses around the place
vocalisations at quite the pace
minstreisy it’s everywhere
stars are born
and many share
voices high
enough to ask the heavens why
bards and minstrel numbers ply
leaving people on a high
Managing a mothers nutrition
Is the Dairy trades mission
Raping the mother kidnapping her calf
Removing her baby creates a vile staff
Of misunderstanding, emotionally
Mothers lose face with the deficiency
Larcenous stealing for humans to buy
To imagine they are bovine
They do by and by
Borrow nutrition from the cow
Who will die
in 20 or 30;years
I wonder why
When human beings expectancy is much longer
It says the whole world
Now fails to see
What the meat trade has done
To animals, we
Forget to see mothers
And children
When we polish off bacon and spare ribs
And be
Failing the family
Encouraging pain
Mother lose hearts
Again and Again.🐖
You
Weirdly apprehensive
Freedom can it be
Trucked out of the camp of death
Into a place where we feel the coolness of
The grass
And freedom
Bruised and beaten
Whipped and raw
People witnessed
And did ignore
Each hellish beating
Indiscreet
All this pain
In the street
Extending the life of dead flesh
Murdered flesh as well
Tortured flesh all its short lives
That alone is Hell
Nitrites nitrates sulphur
All sorts of chemical crap
Carcinogenic offal
That around your organs wrap
Hauled out of their existence
Thrown into a bag
Only so much air inside
What is a danger flag
These fish are screaming loudly
Jumping for all their worth
Gradually they are dying
Angels from planet earth
So called intelligent humans
Owning boats don’t care
Heartless soulless idiots
Unbelievably unaware.
From a lady bird to an Elephant
All have the gift of life
They come all shapes and sizes
Why would we give them strife
They display such happiness
And families all abound
Man un kind the torturer
Is horrible I’ve found
He eats them and he poisons them
Animals galore
Tortures them impregnates them
Takes them off to war
Hunts them hurts them starves them
Kills
Rapes them whips them cuts them up
So much blood he spills
He laughs he jokes
He says they move
When he tortures them
He is in the groove
Vile and vicious
An ugly shit
Who actually
Doesn’t care a bit
Someone needs to
Grab his arse
With a pair of pliars
It’s not far right
to fly our flag
St George’s cross
why should we lag
behind the other Nations, We
will fly the flag patriotically
in Mexico that’s what we did
3-2 the score we made our bid
for stardom with yes our dream team
Norway next another dream
songs rang out our flags too
seen by the world at large
its true.
By catch is a murdering trade
All sorts of souls are caught
In the nets and thrown away
All fine with little thought
Dredging life from the bottom
Whose families wiped away
Dragged up and then sorted
Life on earth doth pay
Families they have families
Survival is a thing
Dredging netting so much cruelty
To this world they bring
It is absolute squalor
Boycott fish and bring
Your ability to choose better into the now
I really think I am handsome
More so than a sausage
Bacon or some spare ribs
scratchings and what’s more
I have a brain a heart and skin
I play out in the yard
I am really rather clever
And I forage really hard 🐖
Egg companies who kill all males
Tiny fluffy birds
Sorted from the females
I am lost for words
Made to go down a conveyor
Into a mincing machine
Others tossed into plastic sacks
To perish it’s obscene
Life force ended profitably
The egg industry bosses
Should be brought to account
Clearly no empathy.
She’s in with the dead flesh
Brain dead me thinks
A filthy addition
No wonder she stinks
Of blood and fat
Entrails
It’s what you do
When you come from
A shit of a country
It’s true
Disrespecting us all
A total scumbag
Paid to kill
To torture a female
And of course he will
Cause such pain and agony
Wilful rape and viciously
Removing her from gods earth he
Brutalises violently
A Paid assassin in the barn
A despairing end
They call it fighting
It never was
The bulls were tortured
Just because
The matadors were
given aid
We helped a bit
On them was laid
A weakening chillis in their eyes
One horn shaved
So many lies
So many bulls murdered by
Cowards who earn
Their fortunes
Stevie Nicks
Leaning by this horrid wall
My legs so weak
I am going to fall
Loaded up with crap all day
By my slave master
It’s his way
My body has sores
Chafed my skin
Bloody hooves
and I am just too thin
Born with given strength and power
By the true creator
Abused out in the deserts
By the animal hater
Who hooks up bloody heavy weights
And makes them struggle far
On very little water
Shits is what they are 🐫🐪🐫🐪
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
