He said he couldn’t breathe

Posted on June 6, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Every word out of their gob
Was false they bloody knew
An innocent was dying
He had been stabbed through

They of course played the racial card

And the coppers bought it
they
Watched the innocent white man die
On what was that fateful day

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“Sod off Syngenta”

Posted on June 6, 2026 by Rex Tyler

The 20th of May
felt the Greenpeace dismay
“Hallmark” the evil the vile
Lambda Cyhalothrin
A killer of Bees
A terrible chemical
It was a trial
Of courage commitment
40 arrested
Greenpeace did release
Into those vested
With what is a killer
Of honey bees who
Due in their millions
Alas it is true

Neonicotinoids
Aquatic life
Suffer immeasurably
So do much strife
A tiny amount
Sees millions of bees
Murdered it’s awful
Thus it heard the plea’s
Of many brave warriors
Prepared to fight
Yes to be arrested
And held over night

Global food security
Test was the cry
Who cares about bees
And that they do die
Nor pesticide specialists
All that they care
Is big profits
And power struck
And wanting to share

A teaspoon kills millions
Of Bee’s, it’s that strong
A terrible potency all of a long
Born out of Huddersfield
Toxicity
It’s ugly it’s evil
We ought to be free
Of this manifest poison
A regime of I’ll
On sugar beet crops
It’s something they spill
The courage of activists
Blue barrel locks
Near the Leeds road
Saw temporary blocks

To show that commitment
To Nature it takes
Wisdom and true strength of spirit
It breaks.
down
The high profits
The damaging threats
Activist warriors
Seemingly sets
A beautiful agenda
The saving of Bee’s
Hell and high water

Posted in A day in the life, A not my king story, Agriculture, Angels, Angora, Animal Rights, ARROGANCE AND DIEOFFS, Bees, Breathing and pollution, Death and Dying, Emotional Poems, Environmental Poems, Pesticides | Leave a comment

I can’t breathe I’ve been stabbed

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

We all watched the video
We all heard his cries
A white boy attacked
What a surprise
Clearly in agony
Dying so weak
They manhandled him
As his life’s blood did leak

Out from his body
The police didn’t care
They read him his rights
All their wrongs
Such despair

As he reached for heaven
Through the gravel was dragged
The evil personified
Nobody flagged
The ugly intent
The huge knife and all
Hands behind your back
Was the ignorant call

The blue gloved police
We could see her claws
Fancy false nails
None though did pause
To listen to the victim
His bloodless white hands
Tortured to death
They were answering plans

Training, their masterful officers who
Brainwashed in racism
Its coming through
Arresting a poor soul
At agony’s door
Get me an ambulance
Which they did ignore

The lies and the falsity
Was harrowing, we
Those of us witnessing
And what we see
The perpetrators with he said a sore eye
Never got handcuffed
No word of a lie

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Stinger

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

The bee is unwinding
Trying to be
Free from the stinger
He sent into me
Potentially death
Sorrowful sighs
He twists and he turns
Like one of the guys
If I can manage
The pain I must try

And save him from death
In the wink of an eyeIts true I can manage
Possibly so
He is once again free
To fly off

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Restore Britain with Rupert Lowe

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

No forked tongue with

Dear Rupert
A leader through and through
He says what the people feel
It’s what we want to do
Live in our real country
Respect the family
Love our countries way of life
It’s where we want to be
Respecting family values
Our Christianity
How our parents brought us up
We love his honesty
The BBC excludes us
Imagining that we
The indigenous of these British Isles
Restore Britain
And see
A coming back together
Of our independence We
Support his words
Tradition is our place and
Actually
We want our country back again
The logic he doth expound
Deliberate and honest
All together in the round.

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Deport these rape gangs and or death penalty

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Three beautiful children
Victims they were
Of Pakistani rape men
And what did occur
Horrendous criminality
Rape underage
These cruel nasty savages
Crimes off the page
They need the death penalty
And castration too
Deport them immediately
That’s what we should do

Posted in Abandonment, activism, Child exploitation, children and their plight in a adult world, Grooming gangs, Humanity is a shithouse, Migrants, Rape | Leave a comment

Henry Nowak

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Looks at his hands
As white as snow
“I have been stabbed
I can’t breathe”
As you know
Please get an ambulance
I need to be
Treated I am dying
So please help me

Look at the cops hands
In blue gloves they be
Look at her nails
Artificially
Why is she wearing them
It isn’t fair
A dying man.
Crying he still aware

A mouth full of blood
Life slipping away
That was the moment
That was the day

The Sikhs telling lies
No handcuffs at all
Henry was hearing his rights read
Their call

He slipped into spirit
Sold off to those
Lefties and others

As the anger grows

Shut down conversation
Mantras of care
Dynamic decisions

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Who would be a pig in a world of carnivores

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Imagine being an animal
Living on a farm
Feeling sick from the food you eat
Of the medicines that harm
A pig wants accomodation
That’s clean I have to say
They want to dump in a private place
Not where they have to lay
But farmers do not care less
Inside a shed you see
They are standing deep in mud and snot
And get ill alas and be
Brought forward to the killing shed
That’s what happens, we
Might eat the pork upon our fork
For their bedroom we can’t see🐖🐖🐖🐖🐖🐖🐖

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The Faroes murdering scumbags

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

The slaughter is done by villagers
With knives they wade and slash
Pilot whales their beautiful tails
Seemingly they crash
Into the sea one family
Parents children grand parents too
Slashed to death stolen breath
Broken bodies in front of you
A terrible sin the Faroes sin
Murdering in cold blood ripping the infants out of their mothers
Witnessed by honestly all of the others.

Broken and bleeding
Turning the sea into a crimson panoply
Churning crescendo’s of innards around
Hundreds wiped out makes a hell of a sound
And tiny babies lost in the melee
Unbelievable sorrow

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That’s no way to treat a Donkey

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Being ridden grotesquely
Beating the
beast
Where’s your compassion
Others may feast
Their eyes on your cruelty
This donkey feels
The weight of your cane
Which he quickly reveals
Such a cruel nasty man
Ignorant too
Who should not be in charge
Of this animal

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Cader cabs

Posted on June 4, 2026 by Rex Tyler

In and around Dolgellau
The charming hamlet
where
Lots of Listed houses and interesting shops
That people share
Getting there from outlying places
Cader cabs is on the ball
A Really genuine taxi service
It’s easy, to give them a call

Effort and endeavour
Jackie, A lass by far
Cognisant of all our needs She cares
She is a star
Helpful
And creative
Anywhere I go
A local lass that does her best
And is confident you know

For me I am really happy
For They always come on time
I happen to be disabled
And Their concerned and they help me climb
In an out they are thoughtful
Anywhere I go
Cader Cabs are genuine

!

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The so called hunter killer of the hunts hounds

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Faithful hounds who broke the law
Who chased the foxes
And did ignore
Temptation sadly and let some go
Let some fox cubs kind of grow
Some horrid shooter took his gun
And shot the hounds which is what he’d done.

Posted in A country tale, Dogs, Fox Hunting, foxes, Humanity is a shithouse, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts) | Leave a comment

Storm over Awelfa

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

A dramatic tossing bushes
Every which way wind last night
A lumpy porridge sky above
That left the birds in fright
Imagine being holed up
In a nest of roots and feathers
Blown about like flotsam
Despite all your endeavours

A roost as high as any
A city in a way
So many crows come hither
They make a fine display
Hundreds of birds together
A parliament of sorts
Every soul a thinking soul
Displaying complex thoughts

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Zoo’s are not what they purport to be and never have been

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

All zoo’s are not what we think they are
The prisons and the in mates we all know
Everyone is innocent taken from the woods
Locked up and maltreated it’s a show
Fir the ignorant and arrogant consumers
Who pay to see the torture and the pain
Fed with very little wild or foraged
And beaten and broken

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Issues around shooters of wild birds

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Training pigeons to leap about
As decoys to hunt friends
This is hunting in the west
And really what it sends
Out into the universe
Is evil through and through
Those who shoot our feathered friends
For fun need

checking out for cruelty issues

Posted in A country tale, A day in the life, Animal Rights, birds and the environment, Contempt, Humanity is a shithouse, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts), shooting | Leave a comment

Live chickens for sale in Birmingham imagine their pain

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Birmingham can you believe it
Butchers coming to your door
Selling folk live chickens
Piled in crates making them sore
They are living entities with feelings
Unlike those
People now supporting them
It saddens me and shows
They are changing England

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Piglets and the meat trade

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

A writhing mass of piglets
Disrespected as we can see
Ready to be slaughtered
In a general infamy
Hearts and souls and livers
Eyes and crispy skin
A slaughterhouse of evil
With what is general sin

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Live chickens being sold in Birmingham

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Live chickens being marketed
Actually door to door
Pulling up beside a road
And flogging them for sure
This is England
What we see is crazy
That’s for sure
Cruelty and unhygienic
Sin sold in the raw.🐓🐓🐓

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Sparrow boys and girls

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Each morning at Dawn
I pull back the curtains
The passeridae dear little beings
The wonderful sparrows
Exposing their need
Of seeds grains and insects
Having their breakfast
My action causes them
To then just succeed
In flying away
All of them
As one family
Collectively
Back to the bushes their home
Misjudging the moment
Their realisation
Looking back hoping seeds
Will be thrown
for their tasting
The sunflower hearts,
nutritions and tasty
The ultimate seeds.the best
Of the bunch
They also have dust baths
And become really vocal
The odd caterpillar
Something for lunch.

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Pigeons 2

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

That brown soul in the garden
That pigeon that we see
Can Sleep with one eye open
Very purposefully
Actually reaches REM sleep
One eye at a time
Good neural activity
It’s dreams maybe sublime

It’s bones are actually hollow
It’s anatomy
Really extra special
And works miraculously
Sitting heartbeat very slow
Flying very fast
It is an amazing creature
It’s powers leave me aghast

They mate for life
And rule the nest
Almost equally
Both create the crop milk
To feed their lil baby
Called squabs when born
Are basic
Featherless and blind
Covered in a yellow down
Like monsters that you find
The crop milk is spectacular
And in the shortest time
Of love and care and passion
When the babies climb

Out and fly, they are perfect
Their weight increases fast
Walking you may have noticed
Head movement too a blast
An optical illusion
Head thrusts forward too
Body then meets up with it
It’s how pigeons do

The hokey pokey ha ha

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Pigeons

Posted on June 3, 2026 by Rex Tyler

We hear them often in the evenings
Cooing and we know
That what we hear are clearly pigeons
Most of us we know
in cities they find ledges
On roofs and windows, they
Are often attacked with netting and nails
To block their way

Rats with wings some call them
These truly beautiful souls
Very very intelligent
They know their various roles
Long ago were domesticated
The Rock Dove they were called
Truly wonderful creatures
Collaboratively schooled

They are amazing actually
Homing their quality
Wherever they find themselves
What they do and sensationally
Is monitor their position
And using the sun and the sky
And actually their compass
To return home which they apply

The pull of the earth
A sniff of the air
And they are on their way
They have binocular vision
Their visual field at play
A layout of the journey
An acoustic map they use
Truly fantastic feathers
For them fantastic news

Seventy to eight kilometres per hour
With a strong tail wind
Even faster still
Thats more sprightly than a Cheetah
All the way it will
Manage without stopping
Or veering off to rest
Used in war time spectacularly
They managed every test.

Two pigeons are in the Smithsonian
With medals they had won
The Grand British Dicken Medal
What their bravery had done
And that was during wartime
Their courage to the fore
Taking on the buzz bombs and the bullets
In the war

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Gestation crates are torture chambers

Posted on June 2, 2026 by Rex Tyler

It was a man
That designed this crate
To save space in barns
However sedate
Pigs different sized pigs
Get trapped there for they
Cannot turn around at the end of the day
A pregnant pig carrying she
Will be so uncomfortable
Yes actually
A bloody farmer doesn’t care less
And pork eating morons
Don’t even stress

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Trophy hunters trophy rooms hunting big game in Africa

Posted on June 2, 2026 by Rex Tyler

It’s really on the increase
These sick Sods toting guns
Hunting big game after trophies
Actually there are tons
Of Tuskers in Botswana
Their government prepared
To succumb to the US dollars spree
Which really makes me scared

These sixty year old veterans
They are iconic bulls
Vital to the eco system
And tourism it rolls
On each day
these massive souls
Must not be targets for
The little men
With tiny brains
And so little in their core

Americans with trophy rooms
To show their stupid mates
Much of what is sacrificed
In hunting terms it rates
Highly in the pubs and bars
Many kills I know
Are carried out by the agencies
Not the hunters
And their ego

Tanzania allows hunting parties
But Americans are
Banned
From taking back their spoils of war
Even if it is planned
Shooting all these veterans
For sport one has to say
Agencies and hunting trips
Should be closed down right away

A hunting tax should be levied
Make the sinister pay
Egocentric arse oles
Self-indulgently display
They need a damn good hiding
Avaricious twits
Indulging in such sinfulness
And to me it now sits
Squarely in the soulless mindless
Advertise their mugs
The front page of a local rag
We can pull their rugs
From under them
Expose them
No bloody shame at all
They really are degenerates
Breaking every rule

Honestly good for nothings
Heartless to a tee
Put them in an closed off space
As targets seems to me
The best idea
They can shoot each other
What a grand idea
And feed their corpses to the wild life

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Rupert Lowe read some of the rape gang witness statements

Posted on June 1, 2026 by Rex Tyler

In the House of Commons
One Rupert Lowe did read
A lot of unexpurgated statements
Which have led
Any to have heard them
To sicken in their soul
How the Pakistani rape gangs
And our police’s roll

Rotherham and many other cities
In these Isles
Taken down by Pakistani men
So little trials
The wind of change was racist
So many got away
With raping young aged white girls
Just make many pay
Raping them with bottles
Making babies bleed
Moving them to Pakistan
And many did succeed

A torrent of exclusion
Devil like and pain
Under age
kids groomed they were
Again and of course again
Terror struck the cobblestones the working class at war
Rupert read these statements
Never heard before

Local people ashen hearing crude dark sin
Perpetrators using acid
Wanting just to win
Hundreds of these bastards
From Rawalpindi they
Came across on sailing boats
And wiped our girls away.

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Rural arrogance Rural Ignorance Rural Torture Rural agony

Posted on June 1, 2026 by Rex Tyler

These so called marvellous breeding places
Pheasants and Partridges
Get to be
Made to lay millions of eggs
Have chicks it’s for the shooters, we
Hear them clucking on about
Amazing standards and short cuts none
Looked after in their lovely cages
Heart Of England fire the gun

Other than properly cared for creatures
Fed and watered and loved to bits
A reporter happened to be right there
And saw an injury at the pits
Of what could be described
As Hellish damage
A full prolapse and there it sat
Screaming out in utter terror
In filthy cages where it was at

No vet around just shit and widdle
Blood and vomit painful cries
It’s soaked feathers
Gaping wounds
An arse third class
Tending we see
Filthy gloves and bloodied body
Pushing the innards back was he
Imagine the sickening unrelenting
agony
The shooting mobsters this young hen
Would end up traversing water hell
Screaming from her busted Base frame
So small yet a dreadful smell

She oh dear an egg producer
Stressing over all that she
Was put on earth to carry out
A miracle apparently
But due to crazy hazy working
Dirty filthy nasty souls
Who look at this as just a victim
Where the hell are the controls

To be shot by gangs of shooters
Lead at the ready toxic stew
Beaters frighten
They fly skywards
That’s what any of them do
On fear we lift our precious bodies
Feathers flapping off we go
Wait for the lead shot, to down us
A contaminant as well we know.

These poor birds entirely vulnerable
Look into their eyes so clear
Suffering enormous pain
No painkillers their awful fear
Brought down to drown perhaps in water
No one cares no not at all
Shooting pretty birds is great fun
Just watch them spiral as they fall.

Homage to a neglected terribly injured egg laying pheasant for the shooting industry that supposedly never puts a foot wrong.

Posted in A country tale, A day in the life, Animal Rights, birds and the environment, Death and Dying, Food, Gamekeeping, Humanity is a shithouse, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts), Lead contaminates, Pheasant shooting, shooting | Leave a comment

Happy birthday great lady

Posted on June 1, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Dorothy Brooke’s
My grannie
She possessed a heart of gold
She could feel for the horses
On empathy was sold
She loved and cared for animals
She worried for them, she
So compassionately beautiful
She exposed the cruelty

This day is her birthday
What an amazing soul
All animal lovers love her

Sent from my iPad

On 1 Jun 2026, at 12:34 pm, Richard Searight wrote:

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The milk maid a torturer too

Posted on June 1, 2026 by Rex Tyler

What a rotten weirdo raping a female cow
Stuffing her arm to do the harm
Most people would say how
Could girls ever do such things
For the dairy boss
And still smile at the camera
I am at a loss
To understand the mentality
Of everyone involved
Drinking kidnapped babies milk
Now the mystery is solved

Cruelty torture and theft
And done by a feminine worker
On the instructions of a dairy farmer

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Sows get no chance in love

Posted on June 1, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Sows are raped
By horny bores
Locked in crates
Down on all fours
No love just ramparts
Female sadly
Why are they treated so badly 🐖

Posted in A country tale, Animal Rights, Pigs | Leave a comment

Mother bears their orphans dieback

Posted on June 1, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Ignorance is bliss
For those
Guards who wear them
I suppose
A mother bear is slaughtered she
Killed for her fur indecently
Canada why do this trade

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Who’d be a mother cow

Posted on June 1, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Dairies are seats of great violence
And pain
Where mothers are raped
Undergoing such pain
They carry their babies
Secured in a place
Covered in excrement
On their little face
Taken away
So that humanity
can then buy its milk
Such depravity

Bovine nutrition
That is the mission

Copious pus
An issue for all

Stop eating dairy chocolate, ice cream anything with dairy is absolute cruelty

Posted in A country tale, Abandonment, Animal Rights, Brainwashing the youth, breast milk, Cacao or chocolate, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Meat trade | Leave a comment