In 2029 the government proposes
to ban the use of lead in shot guns
why do
we have to wait
all this time
it seems to me
I just must berate
those governments allowing
this toxic jeopardy
on our succulent pasturage
In 2029 the government proposes
to ban the use of lead in shot guns
why do
we have to wait
all this time
it seems to me
I just must berate
those governments allowing
this toxic jeopardy
on our succulent pasturage
In my book I am calling it
the inglorious twelfth of course
shooting grouse with shot guns
that toxic lead they force
out on the purple Heather
a ceaseless avariciousness
a moral insensibility
murdering these pretty birds
with lead shot that unconsciously
tears into the spirit and rips into the streams
suffering the malice those desolate dreams
our babies prostrate with such misery
it is going to be April 29 they say
the end game tragically
the quarry will be shot away
on steel and bismuth why
grouse and
deer and Pheasant
apparently have to die
Her legs are painful
We can see
Yet constantly prodded
Seemingly
Milked to death
Udders wise
Full to bursting
Hear the lies
The farmers reiterate
Daily they
No about torture
A native of Ireland
as green as can be
Prunus Spinosa
a wild plum, of a tree
the berries named Sloes
after Autumns harsh frost
taste a whole lot better
Within that bitterness lost
it feels like barbed wire
such a thorny intent
a very hard wood
as a hedge it is bent
on being able
to withstand a deal
of weather and animals
Coming to heel
used by the dyers
and medicinals too
there are hints of cyanide
thus one must view
and take heed of this poison
For one’s own sake
it be the fairies
the lunantishees take
who may punish anyone
who damages trees
old Beltaine Eve
a date if you please
Man unkind
Ought to be blind
Brain dead horrid brutes
These piglet angels
Should never be
Tossed about so violently
The Meat Trade stinks
It’s workers scar
Life such strife
Is who they are
Two tiny babies
Innocent angels
Born of a mother
A sister a brother
A family both loving
Who will be locked up
In a dirty sty
Injected with rubbish
Unheard when they cry
Runts of a litter
Soon they will be
Dumped on the concrete
To die
Torture in the name of humanity
Hernias it’s just depravity
What we do to beautiful souls
Cruelty negligence rabid roles
Some of you eat them
Imagine that
Ground into sausage
Is where you are at
Bountiful beings
Wondering why
They were chosen
Too soon to die
She really thinks she is clever
Filming before our eyes
Beating up a living soul
Of course we all surmise
She is a cruel offender
A nasty ignorant Sod
Nothing much between her eyes
Of course she’s very odd
The creature hasn’t hurt her
And doesn’t deserve to be
Hauled out of the ocean
And tortured violently
Beautiful woods
Radiantly so
Potten End’s lovely
As some of you know
Passers by some of them
Blood quality
More and more acid
And gracelessly
They toss from their cars
The unsightly the rank
Defacing our woodland
Each litter strewn bank
Of squalor and ungrateful inelegant mess
Left for the wild ones
Who might confess
To the evil monotony
Soulless killjoys
Who deface without thought
Agenda 2030 and how our leaders intend to achieve it – My thoughts from … youtu.be/gnbs8N4FAWg?is… via @YouTube
The courage of one’s convictions
Survivability
A heart as stout as any
Such backbone and grit we see
A knight in shining armour
A Galahad he be
Up against the legions
Fighting avidly
Untrembling undaunted
Stuck in this crate
It just isn’t great
Everything’s done
I’m in pain
I can’t move my trotters
Because of you rotters
Who hurt me again and again 🐖
I cry inside my gut each night
That snorting sound they make
Being gassed such evil
The meat trade how they take
Away our jungle freedoms
Our precious family who
Suffer for our innocence
Which is what we do
The wicked ness of man unkind
The meat trade so to say
Iniquitous desiring
The colour of dismay
The slaughterhouse
The stench of death
Unworthiness and pain
Abomination is everywhere
And consumers now insane
Self love self praise
And arrogance
We see it everywhere
Self interest and self seeking
And a modicum of despair.
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Profits that’s their quest in life
Prophets very few
The voracious ness of gluttony
And over eating too
No compunction no remorse
Unspeakable villains at the source
Mary Shelley’s chickens they
Are good for nothings and they say
Immorality everywhere
Chickens swollen on despair
Abomination degeneracy
Turpitude and depravity🐓
Hungry in the forest
A melon nice and sweet
Innocently feeding
Trying to compete
With horror all around you
Terror from the sky
Man unkind is everywhere
That’s is what we find
Just imagine how it feels
Impaled there on the ground
Tasting all that sweetness
And in evil being drowned
Sofia Di Ottavio
No shame this bitch
What she has done
Shot a giraffe
She calls it fun
Cuddling up
To beautiful soul
Brought down by her bullets
Out of control
Don’t ever call us dirty
It’s not a name we know
We rest we sleep we like to build
Bests it tests
Our output and our yield
We dump a bit like you
In toilets we judge far
We root and forage for our food
Toilet trained we are
Humans call us dirty
An aura surrounds us
We are very intelligent
Our reality we discuss
Lots of us now wind up dead
Gassed out of our life
In slaughterhouses every where
We collectively hunter strife.
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Older than the hills thats me
Few around who care
I still write for the animals
All of them out there
The pigs lost in gas chambers
Dairy cows mostly lame
Baby lambs throats slashed terribly
Yes the very same
Chickens in conveyors
Chicks when male quickly
They are slashed to pieces
It’s part of the game
Meat dead flesh is eaten
By human beings who
Drink the milk belonging to calves
Yes that is what they do
And the calves are murdered
Followed by the mothers
Isn’t is sickening🐖🐂🐄🐑🐏🐓🦃🐇🐠🦐🦞🦀🐡🐙🦑
Highly Social that’s us
Family is our thing
We really love our mothers
For all that they can bring
The fact that you love bacon
Packed with nitrites and
Cancer isn’t far away
We just don’t understand
Why you gas us horribly
Why we have to die
Together in the slaughterhouse
Or in your vile pork pie🐖🐖🐖🐖🐖
A yank has killed a baby
A monkey who did no wrong
He was playing where he was living
Where he did belong
But camouflage jack was waiting
An arrogant ignorant lout
Photographed holding the spoils of war
Exactly what he’s about.
murdered in cold blood in South Africa
Free range pigs imagine that
rooting on the ground
metal bins positioned
where the dead are found
Piled high the blue bottles
in heaven so to say
some babies shot in the head
for being sick they pay
watch out it’s red tractor
and RSPCA
inspector’s coming surely
some look the other way
these poor pigs take a beating
suffering their lot
ruptures worst some burst
and, some shot on the spot
free range pigs sounds brilliant
it ought to be, but they
really all are suffering
all pigs have to pay
The supermarkets raise their price
and meat eaters some will
pay more for their wonderful life
Cows I see them in the dairy
Filthy dirty floors all wet
Excrement it rots their hooves
Really we are in their debt
How they suffer milked like crazy
Udders almost on the floor
Beaten if they do not move
Fast enough
Of that I am sure
An a4 sheet of paper
Thats its entire place
Hardly cannot turn around
Really a disgrace
Cramped a tiny prison cell
Where it eats and shits
No wonder it looks awfully sad
And frightened to bits.
An open mouth
A hunter
Carrying a head to where
He thinks he is going to add to his trophies
Totally unaware
His karmic debt is deeper
More profound than he
A scum bag plain and simple
If those of you
Who love to eat
The honest dead
Which you call meat
Frightened souls
Born to be
Alive and well
As a constancy
But most slaughtered before their time
Was up
Sadly
And so a rhyme
Penned today
Explicitly serenity
a true home of Rest
A real abundance of good hearts
Exemplifying zest
A peaceful purposeful haven
A genuine place to be
Our Donkeys and ponies
Love it here
In their equine family
Sir Galahad just look at him
As handsome as can be
A soft heart in his home of Rest
Where he really loves to be
A knight who lives with glory
Historically acclaimed
He really is a darling boy
So appropriately named
Loaded just like cargo
many of us we
All have hearts and souls and thoughts
as where we need to be
manhandled into trailers
The stench of death us near
start the engines
we fall about
we all know that the fear
is rampant in our being
tossed from side to side
travelling to the slaughterhouse
no it’s not denied
the stench of death
is prevalent
the sky above was blue
soon the gates will open
and the machinery will ensue
noises blood and the death cries
of others in front they be
victims of the meat trade
that inhumanity