Imagine it little babies
All bursting with life
Murdered in the pig sty
Treated with such strife
Beaten bashed and treated
Like footballs on the floor
Literally neglecting them
More and more and more
Bashing their brains out
Crippling
Nasty bits of work
Labourers with little sense
It’s a kind of perk
To beat up little animals
To kick them around the floor
Piglets runts call them whatever
Really go to war
With them
A tiny pig they call a runt
Smaller than some
Yes they grunt
Being aware food is less
On their own under
stress
Picked on by the farmhands who
Toss them down hard onto
The walkway smash their heads
Most die
But no one sees their tears
Giants who allow themselves
To be grotesquely damaged by
Human beings whose ignorance
Is greater than the sky
Traipsing on the highway
On stone and rock we know
Even a elephants feet get sore
And then they must walk slow
Procession logging begging
Human traits so wrong
For ten thousand years
cows have been grazing
with their four stomachs
and their balls of cud
exceedingly sensitive
All that they eat
And the wild herbage
that helps them compete
with toxins and medicines
spread or’e the field
a balance of nutrients
they tend to build
an expectation
with water which they
so fifty gallons
they need everyday
a foretaste of herbals
they contemplate
when they are under the weather
in an eidetic state
they can supplement
and this they do
foresight and a foreboding
which is seemingly true.
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Drugged up tiger
Twisting tail
Tourist photos
Never fail
Wild as ever
Lost for sure
The animals thoughts
We all ignore
Good timing that he perished
After killing a Deer
I truly have no empathy
For the hunter
It is clear
Wildness never phased him
And as such I do say
The best thing that could happen
Is that yes he pass away
Carelessness as if by default
A piglet slips and falls
Undutiful and thoughtless
Not enough real rules
Sloppy slipshod practices
Unguarded sadly they
See unattended piglets
Fall and perish every day
No one takes it seriously
No one seems to care
Infants takes on ignorance
And still no one’s aware
Every participant in this world
The animals galore
Everyone is lovely
Of that my friends I am sure
Big and small and tiniest
Than anyone before
Gentle passionate wonderful beings
I will love you forever more
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Wearing leather the skin of another
Oft stripped whilst the animals still
Lives on this earth imagine it’s girth
Manhandled cruelly a chill
Of awfulness spreads over yonder
Ugly monstrosity man
Who abusing a cow
I ask myself how
His feet ever took to the plan
Of wearing another who perished
In agony vegans abroad
Safeguard the bovine expression
Giving karma a gentle reward
Such beauty exists
in Colombo
mountains that look to the sky
a ballet of beauty and contour
Where millions of tea bushes ply
plains forests glades of such colour
forests and valleys and streams
Paradise found to each travellers eyes
fast becoming the greatest of dreams
The indignity of abusing us
Because our limbs are frail
Fed on shit for months and months
Clearly raised to fail
Raped and our calves taken
Kidnapped every time
Emotional insolvency
The reason for this rhyme
Carted away by fork lift
and so little care
our bodies chafed and bleeding
the dairy unaware
You see her
You can stroke her
Lying in the mud of sin
Wasted by I’ll treatment
She is sickly thin
Lamed from rape and consequence
Cruelty and pain
Frequent ugly torture
She will never walk again
Someone hold his hand to her
She too far gone alas
Just imagine how she us feeling
Face down in that morass
Drag them to their deaths will you
Bash them if they turn
Make it very easy
Show them no concern
Sharpen knives in front of them
Make them realise
humans are the nasty race
and their consumption is on the rise
A kind of evil bondage
an enslavement by the tail
ruffians are capturing
street cats
they will fail
forever through eternity
downtrodden and oppressed
utter subjugation
in hell the words are stressed
their violent pleas of mercy
ignored for evil reigns
an arena of deception
such wretchedness maintains
those cats representing
a visitation they
suffering such agony
all along the way
ill fated luckless stricken
felines in distress
bound with an accelerant
calamitous no less
wild fires leaping higher
screaming at the height
Italy is weeping
the country is alight.
Look at us now
members of zoo’s
we ate red meat once
But Sadly the news
From far far away
in South Africa where
once there were fruit farms
and now our despair
is rampant alas
trophy
hunting places
now farming Lions
with peculiar faces
we get little wild meat
its boiled chickens, we
have to contend with
and so we now be
in caged up tedium
where monotony
exists uninterestingly
our misery.
our kingly strengths
usurped alas We
heavy with guilt
insipid you see
Our brethren brothers
targets for those
vile trophy hunters
the dreariness grows
once they were fruit farms
now it’s barbed wire
coops full of chickens
staleness and ire
yes we’re deformed
Exercise free
dosed up with drugs
haggard are we
living in squalor
the stench of the cell
ravaged and wrinkled
our lives are just HELL
weaker by the day
waiting to be
shot by the
So called
hunters
Was it those perpetrators
a bane on kingdom come
just gross and wretched evils
that leave us feeling numb
hurtful and morbidity
oppressive cruelty
tying lighted rags
to the tails of cats
and let them free
to dash
around wild forages
painfulness extreme
setting fire to environments
execrable and obscene
imagine how pathetic
how injurious and wrong
harmful and prejudicial
it just does not belong
in Italy of all places
accursed they malign
the animals and other souls
and people too
surely there’s a sign
of spitefulness and evil
lamentable disgrace
the poor animals debasement
running about the
place
causing utter chaos
threatening us all
an affliction of madness
and of breaking every rule
Farage should get a barrage
Of Complaints for what I hear
He wants to kill our badgers in North Wales
Oh dear oh dear
He could mind, his own business
Our Bruins here we need
They have nothing to do with Dairy Cows
Watching our old friends
bleed
Out from being shot or trapped
Is futile, I can say
Reform should stick to compassion
Not this latest vile display
Pandering to the meat trade
Ignorance and all
Leave our precious Badgers alone please
Hear our CALL
Pigeons are amazing
Shooting them at will
They
have the power of homing
From where ever they are left
They still
Find their own way home
No maps no internet
Killing these bold warriors
Is a humanitarian debt
A battlefield
a death camp
Blood and snot and pain
The meat trade think we are stupid
Inside it’s just insane
Animals die in agony
Beaten up and broke
Many have limbs cut off of them
Whilst alive this is no joke
as for halal and kosher
its criminally all wrong
chopping limbs and draining blood
how can this belong
in a civilised society
religions through and through
the painful squeals of angels
just break me in two
Carcinogens dipped on all sorts of fruit
Glyphosate too from the flower to the root
Azo dye colours unnatural and wrong
Our foodstuffs are scarce and most don’t belong
Anywhere near us
Environmentally
The quality out there
Is frighteningly
upsetting
Oh Goodness me
Nobody knew
The hot Mike was on
oh goddess it’s true
we are letting them out
Some hoodlums who
raped and perhaps murdered
it all kind of drew
The camera’s
we hear
laughter it rang
walking home late at night
Somebody sprang
threateningly
its a sign of the times
in Burnhams new Britain
Just more and more crimes
people are frightened
crowds hanging about
from far off countries
freedom they flout
women are frightened
And they should be
Vape shops and Barbers
and kebab Shops
we
see them frequented by foreigners who
are seemingly trading
In full governments
view.
A raging inferno
A demon of fire
Released by the idiots
Of rich attire
Cooking their burgers
Mindless they be
Igniting the country
The proud forestry
crackles and screams
animals die
homes they evacuate
how they apply
sense to the ignorant
Meat eating scum
who had little to offer
Words well chosen colour and light
A soothing voice a vortex bright
A sovereign fractal a potency
Brought to the fore extraordinary
A green caldera a bounteous place
Once before a volcano
Warmth and grace
Reality chosen a wondrous pace
Our life felt higher this alchemy
Augmenting love creativity
Magical shadows
Transcending we
Created no truer destiny .
A mountain vista
A battle zone
An omni code
sitting alone
Imprisoned en route to the slaughterhouse
Pork on your fork so to say
To the meat eating miserly people
Who are so good at taking away
Animals rights to existence
To thoughts and to family
So they
Can fill their own guts up with sausages
With chops steaks and cutlets
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Sleep through it
It’s potential power
Lifts the would be unconscious state
Creates hour after hour
Myriad infusions
Of magical repose
Walking through a forest glade
Where this beauty grows
It’s everywhere I have travelled far animals get an awful
Deal
Ducks webbed feet no access
To water, it Is happening here
Prior to slaughter
Such ignorance from farmers
For me it’s very clear
Human workers treated badly
The animals also sadly
Threatened in an awful way
Treated like scum I have to say
I have witnessed it day to day
A night mare spreads before us
Thousands of lives are lost
Thinking caring soulful birds
Their preciousness was tossed
Into an oblivion all done commercially
Ducks are truly beautiful
Born to be truly
Loving to their families
Their environments
Their all
Sacrificed by human scum
Who is deaf to their last call
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
