Disrespect to cruelty
That’s the Dairy Trade
Parenthood is excruciating
On our heads now laid
The evil and the agony
Mother cows go through
Kidnapped babies
Stolen nutrition
And decency it’s true
Females have to go through a hell
think on this now will you ?
They live with simplicity
Out on the Hills
As they always have lived
With the heat and the chills
Family is everything
A certain respect
Beyond humanity
They just elect
To live with their footprints
Eat what they find
Family is everything
How they unwind
Controlled by the farmers
Yes possibly
But aware of their place
and their own destiny.
Far far away in the mountains
Some say up here it’s wonderful
It’s where thoughts be
On wind as it hurtles
And rapidly
Draws to itself
So much bounteous light
And hearing your music
And undoubted delight
It was a stray bullet
That’s got him alas
Not aimed at him sadly
It seems rather crass
Out in the wilderness
Nothing to do
But take out the wildlife it’s seemingly true
But someone took him out
Can you hear me
Boo hoo boo hoo
Yes crying I be
A stroke of good fortune
A news story he
Was killed by a hunter
A pre harvest desiccant
That’s what they use
On foods that we eat
They just love to abuse
Consumers of course they do
Weaken us so
Murder the plants
That took months to grow
A inhumane herbicide
A killer of sorts
Taking out godliness
And all its warts
Bayer says glyphosate
Miracle stuff
A Monsatan creation
The worlds had enough
As have I
Beautiful pedigrees
Sacrificed they
Trained to the hilt
Made to run everyday
Sensitive horses
Melbourne ought know
The rigours it figures
As horses grow
Their tendons stressed dangerously
Their feed is on fire
With the glyphosate additives
Ever so dire
The Icelandic whalers
Controls it all
His money his madness
Sadly a fool
Prepared to murder
The greatest souls
To freeze and send to Japan
Such trolls
Are mindless brutes
Arrogantly
They rule the roost
So dreadfully
Icelands whale watching
And murdering do
Continue alas
Mountain Hares
Amazing souls
Up on the mountains
They know their roles
Born that way
That how they be
Who really cares about Falconry
A do call pastime for the rich
I know where I ‘d like to pitch
My response that’s for sure
Mountain shares
What hid made them for
Not to be murdered for sport
Live exports they call them
No sits down
For days on end
If it sinks they all drown
If a storm breaks
They fall about
Breaking their bones
No food and no water
From the weakest sharp groans
Shark bait live animals
Halal probably
Murdered in agony
Regrettably
Concentration camps were always horrid places to be
Confining beings closely is diabolically
opposed to human existence
To actually being free
Fear and intimidation
Is villainous disregard
Fattening birds for slaughter
And profiting is marred
Again the true condition
Underwhelms us all
It’s traitorous to existence
Marked to be murdered
A lamb to the slaughter
Early in February
A little daughter
She leaps like a butterfly
Life’s all a buzz
Her mother loves her
And there’s lots more who does
Kebabs just everywhere
Muslims halal
Religious killing is down right unkind
To torture an animal with a heart and mind
It sees and it hears it cries real tears of woe
It uses a language that most do not know
It smells blood and hears cries
It understand life
Being unkind to animals
Causing them strife
From the tiniest go the biggest
No matter who
Leave animals be
Oh please please will you ?
What monster would dare do this
Slaughter a baby
A chick not long out of an egg
And a calf
Starved of its mothers milk
Added to a chocolate bar
A lamb hardly able to follow its ewe
It leaps out of joyfulness
Mint sauce at Easter time
A sold from a can a wee baby
We know
Which kind of monster slaughters an infant
In swaddling under clothes
It can never outgrow
Alone on a dirty smelly floor
A lady pig lies tragically
She was raped and she
Will be here a plea
Why me why now what did I
Do in my life to deserve this Hell
No sweat glands and I don’t feel well
Babies developing inside of me
Struggling really to be free
I cannot move no where to go
It’s where I empty my bowels
You know
Immensely uncomfortable duck inside
I was born free that’s been denied
The price of Pork
Is agony
It’s boredom and a travesty
Why me why should I suffer so?
Putting our profit margin
Into the game
Is not an investment
Whatever they claim
Caring and sharing and daring to be
Loving and showing that love earnestly
Wild mustangs freedom lovers
On 14 Oct 2026, at 11:03 am, Trump vs Wild Horses <us@eko.org> wrote:
The nation favourite Butcher
The annihilation king
Who is guilty of the destruction
Of every single thing
Every beautiful animal
That ever walked on grass
Was tortured and left broken
By what is this sadistic arse
Pig hell we see it
The guards all in blue
They toss little babies about
All bruised too
Imagine just born
Split up from your mum
And being manhandled
Until limbs are numb
Torture it’s there
We can feel every knock
Every thrust the disgust
Lives really in hock
To the ignorant farmers
Whose arrogant ways
Whose spitefulness sadly
Ugly displays
Of basic indiscipline
And wilful neglect
Disdain and scorn
No one to inspect
Such utter contempt
So worthless they be
Spurned spat upon
Treated disastrously
Unbelievable ignorance
And cruelty
He think the wee lamb
Somehow cannot see
His brand of humour
His slice of grief
A tour of his graveyard
Is beyond belief
How true it is
Yes everywhere
Houses of utter despair
Where animals are led
To be tortured by
Machinery I don’t know why
Families and children
Are told that they
Must eat dead animals
Everyday
Halal kosher religious sins
Vile processed dead flesh
Sold in tins
Ugly humans fill their guts
With sinews and blood
With snot and fat
The pain and cruelty
Everyday
Even the kidnapped calves
Vets who tend to operate
With veterinaries who
Really are a wicked bunch
And what does accrue
In veterinary practises
The putting to sleep
Which literally means murdering innocent babies
That certain makes us weep
Agony and misery for a tidy sum
Who’d be a miserable veterinary
It all just leaves me numb
Can you realise fear
It’s engendered right here
I’m a bull being strung up
That’s me
They are after my body
Steaks shins and more
In that rotten farm
I know now how sure
When they came for me
Slit my throat painfully
I feel my eyes close
And loudly I be
Tongues topside and silverside
What’s left for me
My skin will be leather
Perhaps for your shoes
I will be cut up
Yes I shall lose
Everything god given
Life as you know
To barbaric carnivores
Who seemingly grow
Fatter and uglier and heartless
For they
Will reincarnate
More monstrous each day.
A bitch who would pitch
A frightening fight
Who would murder the innocent
Believing she’s right
Just a scumbag whose rifle
And ambush technique
Kills the spirit collective
That the vicious do seek
It doesn’t take too many words
But these bloody windmills kill our birds
It isn’t always windy
And blades from China come
Oil and gas from the North Sea
Brings us cheaper energy
Wave the Union Jack and bang the drum
Imagine a piglet
Born of its mother
In a farrowing crate
Close to its brother
Stuck in the bars
Frighteningly
My head squashed and hurting
Why must it be
Do you want my mothers dead flesh
Is that true
She is so wonderful
It’s hullabaloo
We spin in our minds
We tearfully feel
Broken and bruised
And my dear Mothers real
Exhausted and broken
Suffering pain
We love her to bits
Raised for their eggs
On real dodgy legs
Standing all day is it right
Clearly it’s not
It’s actually rot
Whatever it’s one great big fight
Farming is ignorant nonsense
Making these chickens to lay
Feeding them crap
Getting into a flap
And making the good public pay
Who thinks it’s not cruel?
It isn’t a duel
These men so called
Are torturing scum
No respect of life
Creators of strife
A Conflictual ritual
That leaves me numb
Grotesque delinquents
Brain dead they be
Literally murdering
What’s from the sea
Testing their hunger
Each evacuee
Who thinks it’s not cruel?
It isn’t a duel
These men so called
Are torturing scum
No respect of life
Creators of strife
A Conflictual ritual
That leaves me numb
Grotesque delinquents
Brain dead they be
Literally murdering
What’s from the sea
Testing their hunger
Each evacuee
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
