Grey skin Giants
whose massive jaws
and colossal teeth
No one ignores
in the hot sun
submerged all day
lazing about
Yes So to say
A dominant Bull
must wait to see
challenges coming
seemingly
to his harem
and all his females
flinging dung
His story pales
into significance
feeding the Croc’s
from Hell
so well
despite the flocks
of vultures
watching
Gone to chicken heaven
Miles and miles away
The driver and the packers
And the slaughter men will say
Chickens they are stupid
And chicks who really cares
Egged on by the farmer
Not included in his prayers🐣🐥🐤🐣🐥🐤🐤🐥🐣
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Emotional intelligence
The female has it all
Vivacity and ebullience
A mothers instancy
Mindful of the forest
The trees their bountiful stare
Sensitised and tingling
Wanting so much to share
Her baby with us all
Insensitive to wild life
In a stupor of her own
Unconscious to the sea lion
Obtuse one has to say
She thinks she owns the effing beach
Unseeing in a way
Leave the creature well alone
It’s wild energy
Inciting it to notice her
She falls Upsettingly🦭
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Shot or eating wild fruits
Where certain humans earn
Bleeding out in anguish
Angst and real concern
Lying in a mud hole
Sizeable heartaches we
Misery and suffering
Chagrin and wretchedly
Unable to even lift his head
Indisposed distressed
The elephant was being fed
Victimised at best
Abusive manipultation
Use wrongly, misdirect
Desecrate and violate
My friends the pigs
Who wait
Mismanage and mishandle
Missaply and waste
Pigs are beautiful animals
Maltreated and disgraced
WHY?
An arse let’s pass
Let’s ignore his war
With angelic beasts
He injects his gore
With ultimate hatred
Of kingdom come
His needs outshine
What he has done
Innocence lost in a wild insult
Hatred of the innocence
That never did thou wrong
Frazzled feathers now are smoking
Where the angelic don’t belong
Searing heat and hearts a beating
Bleating crowing blowing
Agony personified
Cruelty bestowing🐓
Chickens have an intelligence
Perhaps more than those who
Would hang her in these upside down
Shackles it be true
Ruffians so churlish
Uncharitably
Spiteful really awful
Such vulgarity
Callousness and barbarity
Spitefulness and malignancy
Bad blood and acerbity
A female too such cruelty
Sullen and unkindly
To the innocent the animals
Mercilessly just blindly
Unfriendly and hostile
Evil through and through
These are females
Whom I thought
would have the where-for all
to be
Empathetic and compassionate
But alas I cannot see
Any such quality here
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
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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.
🐷
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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Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
