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
Tedium torture displacement and cause
Innocent victims
Farmers won’t pause
They continue to harm
Good at their mindlessness
It’s how they farm
Blank minded moronic
For bacon and pies
For sausages and spare ribs
Labelling lies
Neglectful and dismissed
The poor pigs in pain
Suffer such madness
And ugly refrain
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
George111
It was just the other day
I visited the George the third
Situated in Penmaen Pool
A pub and Restaurant
A good word
salad kind of evening
On the road the A493
An idyll and the finest vista
On the amazing estuary
Once a pub and chandlers yard
Centuries ago
When Welsh Hill Farmers rambled
And slate quarrymen you know
Struggled hard
and diligently
Took in land and sea
The wondrous hills and mountains
And the Mawddach constancy
Gwynedd and the junction pool
Where salmon and sea trout, be
Bass and brown trout
The wooden toll bridge
And Robinsons close to the sea
A comfortable dinner date
Some vegan choices where deer antler lighting
And the wooden floors true history
I live three or so miles away
Dolgellau it is where
Most days I pen my sonnets
For the world at large to share
A vegan meal apparently
And the history between your walls
Root an Beet Burger and triple cooked chips
Some lovely berry cider
and some delightful sips
A balladry of significance
With the drama of this place
Everything was perfect
Antiquity and grace
The floor boards hewn by ancient wheels
The staff calm and on par
An episodic evening
Where the good cook was the star
Thank you Robinsons for making it all possible.
Pigs are treated abominably
Tortured by those who
Buy their house with the proceeds
And their farms of course it’s true
Animals that are intelligent
Clean and make nests they
Are often kept in squalor
And are made to pay
Castrated as children
Beaten black and blue
Teeth chipped by some farm hand
And tails cut off too
Made to live in their own mess
Pigs don’t want this they
Don’t want to sleep where they dump
No sweat glands
She’s in the pink
Standing by the sink
A bitch with an itch
Heartless for sure
A beautiful Lobster
Living below the ocean
In motion
But cooked the solution
A revolution for murdering wildlife
Boiling and dissecting
For me I am electing
To imprison this cook
Then to throw the book
At her loathsome and detestable arrogance
Integrally filthy
Pestilence morbidity
Damage and mischief
Spiteful malignancy
Execrable wretched
Hurtful and injurious
Putrefying revolting
Diseases resulting
They shit on our parents and piss up our walls
illegal migrants
their habit appals
He knows what’s happening
He is no fool
He’s been led to the slaughter House
Where there’s no rule
Set for his brethren
Torture and pain
Where the hardness of heart are
Disaster fatigue
Relentless rigour
Way out of our league
I voted to leave
With the millions back here
Who are they to cancel our wishes
The fear
of the Euro,more migrants and considerably worse
Schengen, and violence it feels like a curse
What arrogance believing
The quality that’s there
When eating dead and tortured flesh
Packed with true despair
A lot of them died in agony
Religious killings now
Violence exacting real revenge
And consumers forget to ask how
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
