Carrefour

Posted on May 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Indonesian frogs
Just love their legs
But markets are mad
The buyers are dregs
Out of humanity
For what we see
Is frogs legs ripped skywards
And fried up for tea

The French seemingly like a spit of
Fried frog
carrefour are buying them
It’s a real slog
Pulling the legs of
Of sweet mama frogs
And humans then eating them
The travelogue witnesses evil
Seeing how sick
Frog legs on French toast
Watch them just lick
The crunchy the oily the salty
I say
This is not human
It’s monstrous

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Palm oil in any shape or formTogether with the so called sustainable version

Posted on May 15, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The forest was alive
With sounds of screeching
The rain lashed through
The undergrowth of green
We sat up in the canopy
Reflecting
How on earth could man have been so mean
And daf’t enough to log the trees
As he had
Tear the heart out of our jungle free
Flood huge stretches
Rich in wondrous flora
And poison mountains streams so regularly.

Mother left us
It’s been just three days now
She was killed
And cut up on the track
Leading into Bally Mutra Village
Getting food for us
On her way back
A shot rang out
She watched us run for cover
Turned on the man
She saved us,she was brave
We got back safe though shaken
Somehow, she’d saved our bacon
But now our future prospects did
Feel grave.

We thought we should go back
To where she bought it
In the safety of the dark we’d see
Even take a gander at the village
That’s Jimbo
and my Sister Ram, and me
To the river, rolling on its journey to the sea
Trying to console ourselves
So tearful and dying just a little naturally.

We got into the village
To the trading posts that sells
Horn and fur and skin and things
And brass and bits of shells
Her hand, the hand of mother
This is the human way
Stuff it full of nonsense
And look the other way

Up upon the mantlepiece

To us it wasn’t fair
We grabbed hold of poor mothers hand
And legged it out of there
When mother died she saved us
And this her hand we found
A sick and awful ornament
To knock out for a pound

Sustainable palm oil those advocating it should be
Prevented we have enough palm oil Thank you and so few wild Orangs

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Victims ( No thanks to Israel)

Posted on May 15, 2024 by Rex Tyler

In the desert prison
A dungeon in fact
Chained to a bed
Blindfolded
React
To this punitive treatment
In diapers they
It’s not medical treatment
It’s hell all the way

The scum of the earth
You have become
A Palestinian
Everywhere’s numb
Beaten and really
Violated you
Become wholly desensitised
That’s what they do

There is no caring
No sharing
No thought
Silence flat out on a bed
They have bought
Your sinner soul
A prisoner you
Born to be tortured
That is the view

In the Negev prison camps
Madness descends
You are unable to speaks
You have no friends
Labelled as combatants
Your only role
Shut up be quiet
As they play with your soul

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Captivity, Criminality, Death and Dying, Duty of care was never there, Egypt, Emotional Poems, Famine, Genocide, Humanity, Humanity is a shithouse, Israel, Medical, Nut jobs, Palestine, Red and fallow deers trophies, relationships and breakdown, Sadism, Settlers and colonisation, SLAVERY, Starvation and the Poor, The greatest disease of all arrogance coupled with the ignorance of life, The Middle East, Topical News Stories II, Torture, War crimes, war zones, Wars, zionists | Leave a comment

Wild foxes

Posted on May 15, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Hundreds of descriptive odes come to mind
Of the wise wily fellow
Who does purposefully dine
In a covey of hens
In a ramshackle coop
Clucking for England
Making sense as they troop
Seemingly actively chatting away
The barbed wire
Was broken
It had been they say
Giving the red soul
A way in and out
The finest of fellows
Without a doubt

Posted in Activism in art, Ashridge, Berkhamsted, Clouds, Countryside wisdom, Coutryside meanderings, Forests and wild places, Fox Hunting, foxes, Freedom and what's happening to it, Fun in the park, furs and the fur industry, Gamekeeping, magick | Leave a comment

Robins

Posted on May 15, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A heartbeat away
From the red breasted two
A delightful personage
Their joy comes through
Able to create
In the heart and the soul
A perfect magnificence
And such control
Inquisitive friends
Consumers with sight
On the meal worms on offer
And the sweet morning light

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More live exports where most arrive dead to the world

Posted on May 14, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Solid bars encrusted holds
Inside ships we see
Torture vile disastrous passage
Animals Scott free
Not f enough food
Slops everywhere
Water dirty it is what
The Meat Trade and it’s people
Know
A constancy of real despair
And the British Public unaware

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, Animal Rights, animals used for food, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Campanology stories, Captivity, children and their plight in a adult world, Death and Dying, Environmental Poems, Food, Food Processing, Humanity is a shithouse, live exports, Milk and its associated problems | Leave a comment

Ostriches feel the pain as I do I don’t know about you

Posted on May 14, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Fashion dare we use that word
On a beautiful amazing bird
Humans ripping feathers clear
Bloodied ends and all that fear
For someone’s hat for someone dress
Evil ugly full of stress
Ostrich feathers ostrich pain
Ugly humans

Posted in Abandonment, activism, Dumbed down and ghoulish, Duty of care was never there, Fashion and animals, Feelings, OSTRICH and the Western Cape | Leave a comment

War in Gaza

Posted on May 14, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Stuff is going on out there
And lits we do not know
The Hammas are in their tunnels
Like jack rats as we know
Ordinanace a plenty
Firing it at will
Taking out the enemy
So much blood they spill

Lies and propaganda
Israel’s good at that
So many would be fighters
Know where it is at
Families being slaughtered
Creates the volunteers
And the IDF are getting stick
And extra rounds of tears

We see it despite the bombing
Traps are being laid
The IDF aware getting hit
There is a raid after raid
Taking out the soldiers
The lies too many, we
Hear upon the media
But really honestly

It’s hell on earth
For the IDF a despite the American aid
The iron dome and the bloody bombs
There is raid after raid
Hitting the Israelies
Combatants on fire
Seven months of mayhem
On the ground it’s really dire

Still

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Shit in our water

Posted on May 13, 2024 by Rex Tyler

So much shit about these days
Rivers seas and streams
Water companies dumping crap
Fucking up our dreams
Englands greenest aura
The chalk streams
Fresh with trout
Swimming if their lucky
Before they just drop out

Water cress for dinner
River fish for tea
Full of bloody sewerage
Try and pot of tea
Pubs be side the old canal
Take a swim or two
Dive into the murky water
What it’ll do for uou

Is fill your guts with god knows what
Sewerage on the rocks
The environmental agency
Filtered through your socks.
All the fish are upside down the ducks are dying too
The water rates are really high

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Malaysia tells Israel

Posted on May 13, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Shredding the UN charter
Malaysia made it clear
Genocide being denied
But there is so much fear
Rafah getting hammered
Children sadly they
Eating pet foods if they are lucky
Whilst Israel gets away
With all these rotten bombings.
upset through and through
Forcing families to run and hide
That’s what IsraeLi’s do
They tell the folk to go one way
Bomb them if they do
Women and children are getting short shrift
That appears the view.

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Death and Dying, Duty of care was never there, Genocide, Humanity is a shithouse, Indigenous People, Malaysia and its People, Malaysia more especially Melaka, Palestine, Starvation and the Poor, War crimes, war zones, Wars | Leave a comment

Glastonbury

Posted on May 12, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A magical vista
A colourful source
The heavens had opened
Extraordinary force
A rainbow of particles
Unlike before
The levels imposing
The great wondrous TOR

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Brainwashed

Posted on May 12, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The brainwashed youth
Of the IDF
Get their fighting orders
Though most are deaf
From the shells exploding
And the rockets firing
And the rubble falling
Fore heads perspiring

Down in the tunnels
With rats the size
Of chickens honest
None are wise
To the Hamas fighters
Drenched in sweat
Reading to take out
The Israeli debt

Lots of lies about
Rape and more
About decapitation
And yes more war
Fearing and shivering knife wounds deep
Thrust into children
Whilst they sleep

Lies and more lies
It’s on TV
On the internet
1. 2. 3
Vivid scenes
Blood and snot
Bulldoze the cemeteries
They do that a lot

Often women
Other men’s wives
Bombed to pieces
No one survives
The vile the evil the ugly sin
Brainwashed youth
Were born to win

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Push the button

Posted on May 12, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Over Rafah
What do we do
Just push the buttons
Imagine the view
2000 pound bombs
Dropping away
Onto the tent cities
Canvas display

Thousands of families
Sat or asleep
Thousands of children many will weep
Many old people too crippled to walk
Will be blown into pieces
Before they can talk

Buildings to rubble to dust
Everywhere
The Israeli bombardment
Comes via the air
American weaponry
Guarantee fate
Quietly a falling
At an alarming rate

Gaza is weeping
The people are too
Running away
It’s what people do
The Israelies told them
Get out of town
Don’t fucking mess
In fire you will drown

Genocide Israel
Ridden with grief
After the Hamas
Thats the belief
Evil and dark
As the mystery sky
As the rats in the tunnels
Mysteriously die

Biden is ancient
His head in the cloud walks like an arse
Walks
But still remains proud
Of the weaponry sent
To Israel to kill
Palestinian children
And their precious blood spill.

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Tears

Posted on May 12, 2024 by Rex Tyler

I find it hard to not wake up
In tears
Israel’s nightlbraids we know
Sending bombs to Rafah
Sharing out its Hell
Murdering the babies the mothers
And them all
Genocidal maniacs
Answering the call

My eyes are sore the saltiness
The evil of those who
Give them bombs and fighter planes
That is what they do
To go and bomb the tented places
With incendiary
Which has an awful evil
Of the worst degree

Vile and threatening ugliness
Savagely they kill
Women and children, mothers, grand mothers
All their blood they spill
Zionistic murderers
Devils at their core
All they want is everything
All they want is war

Murdering the children
Disgracefully they turn
Every bloody light off
Then they set to burn
The tents an all the children
Blistering in the heat
Netanyahu and his bandits
Trying to compete

Thank goodness Iraq fighters
Are sending rockets too
Bash those bloody F16’s
All of them given to
The Israeli raiders
And why not anyway
Life is full of evil
They must be made to pay

Burning canvas crackling bodies
Little children black and blue
Mothers dragging rusty prams
Their tiny babies gone it’s true
Explosive forces water sources
Switched off aid cannot get through
Whilst the Israelies sup their mocha
In the clubs and try to woo

Yet more foreign politicians
To be friends to come and see
Come and meet the youth of Tel Aviv
And realise and be
Part of the great fight for freedom
Give us more so we can kill
mutilate and murder children
YES. Future hamas blood let’s spill

Every night ai go to bed
Tearful saltiness now sore
Whilst I dream it doth seem
Israel bombs and makes its war
Felt on children blackened bodies
Burned to cinders in their bed
Innocence is swapped for evil
The morning brings the many dead

Children

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Significance

Posted on May 12, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The significance of turmoil
Each genocidal bash
A people being murdered
Treated just like trash
A right to defend themselves
Trotted out with glee
Bombing bashing brutally crashing
It’s true infamy

Children women lying under rubble
In the street
Homes blown skywards graves as well
This how they unseat
The people’s anguish ever growing
All of us we see
Ugliness and venom
Flowing tragically
The blood the snot the evil
We see it everywhere
So many friends of Israel
Bathe in the despair

A busted broken people
Told to run away
Hiding in the ruins eating garbage
Every day
Dragging themselves out of Rafah
As the brutes come into fight
Taking out the children
Sleeping in their beds at night

Selling arms to Israel
Giving them the thrust
Watching the blood dripping souls
Covered in the dust
Of hours of terrible bombing
The carnage of the soul
Israel must defend itself
It has to to control

Insolence and arrogance
And steely ugly sin
A concentration camp is peeled apart
It’s wearing thin
the people being massacred
Yes hung out to dry
Babies losing all their rights
To look into the sky.

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My witch divine

Posted on May 11, 2024 by Rex Tyler

If only I had been able
To give her all she needed
I did try
But I know I failed
That tragedy was mine
I loved her
How I loved her
She was just so beautiful
My wondrous witch divinity
Whose sun and moon
Did shine

The day I closed my eyes
For ever
Knowing I would never see
Her face. That face of beauty
Or hear her voice again
Centuries will pass me by
Tears will fill my every eye
She was my virgo goddess
And I loved her
Which is why

I wrote this little ditty
It has been a glorious pity
I passed and never saw her face
Or heard her dulcet voice
The little bird she wrote about
Always my favourite
I can say
I hope one day she is happier

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So she is aware

Posted on May 11, 2024 by Rex Tyler

We close our eyes
And say goodnight
A day will come
When we
Close our eyes
And never open them again
Or be
Seeing that sweet face you love
That someone,for whom you care
You should have told her
That you loved her
So so she was aware.

The finality of death
Upon us
She will never hear
Your voice again
Not ever
You are history

Cremated into ash and dust
And scattered to the sea
You loved her
That was obvious
An utter certainty

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Rose bay willow herb

Posted on May 11, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A kind of pink wild rose
A flower of such esteem
A leaf resembling that of the bay
And the Willow it’s a dream
In many parts around the lay-by’s
And edges of the wood
This remarkably beautiful
Spiky soul
Does really all it should

With forget me knots and buttercups
Dandelions a garden wild
An edible medicinal liquor and pickle mild
Scores of them rise rapidly
Bee’s love them the sweet flowers
Waving in the early summer
With all their wondrous powers
Ivan Chai a herbal tea
A pickle from the stalk
A cleansing green so tasty
A bunch pulled on a walk

The hedgerows extra charming
As cover plants they show
Pollinating wisdom
Where ever the soulful go
They colonise a garden patch
Edible all through
Making exceptional salads
As Fire weed and they do

Arrive after a fire has dealt
It’s high octane burn
Bomb weed is it’s other name
In craters you might learn
Renewal of a destructive force
Such magick it performs
And a free and tasty salad
Adding flavour as it warms

An, ancestral pain killer
From the ashes it doth grow
Attracting favoured flavour
From the earth works down below
In many ways so special
Sweet cucumber pith as well
Inside the stem nutrition
It is indeed a spell

Some mint leaves plantain mallow
Dock leaf stalks cooked will
Bring a wholesome relish
And some umber spill
The vinegar of Dublin
With its “Mothers” intact
Through Spring until the Summer ends
Clearly flavour packed.

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Rafah

Posted on May 10, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The southern city of Rafah
Israeli’s patience failed
They first moved them there
And then despair
Netanyahu should be jailed
F16’s in fact bombing
Already new kids dead
Genocide and war crimes
If you are gone die
It all comes to a head.
Dear friends on that just rely.

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, ARROGANCE AND DIEOFFS, Criminality, EMF and animals sensitivity to it (stories from around the world), Israel, Palestine | Leave a comment

Run away

Posted on May 10, 2024 by Rex Tyler

It had been a hot day
A pertinent time
She had been feeling jittery
A lot, run and climb
Her folks were away
In the kennels was she
Lost in the moment
Wanting to free

Herself of the nerves
Of the pain, in her soul
No streets lights around
Unsure of her role
This black Labrador
As nervous as hell
Broke into the night
For to have a spell
Of freedom, of searching
Out in the field
She ran like the clappers
Trying to build
Some confidence up
It was dark, it was still
Hot in the moment
She gave into will

Not a glimmer of light
The sentinel trees
Seemingly darkening
Really a tease
Feeling alone in the heat of the night
The odd headlight beaming
Alone in her flight

A lost soul alone
A heart thumping tune
She ran and she ran
She would be somewhere soon
The owls hooting far off
The foxes that cry
A car took her out
And there she did lie

Lost to the world
A silence took hold
She recalled her guardians
Both in the fold
Of a Cypriot evening
Far far away
When this pale Angel came
And our eyes locked
The fey
Perhaps in her reckoning
Clearly I felt
Comforted by her
And how she had dealt

With my passing
She flagged down two gentleman from India, who
Both were exemplary
All three were true
It was happening in the clear darkness
I felt
Her heart softly caring
I truly was dealt

A wonderful hand
A spirited sigh
This lass she my saviour
Born from on high
A silence prevailed
As she softly exclaimed
her love and I felt it
Nobody blamed

Oblivion, softly cradled my soul
I was drifting and lifting
She knew her role
A beauty she took charge
She handled it all
I cried out to the heavens
And she broke my fall

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Thank you Kanga

Posted on May 9, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A just reward
And a time of rest
For the Kangaroo
Who are the best
Leapers over earth and plain
Despite the shooters
The insane
A few hours training
Out at night
Shooting the females
It’s alright
Killing the joeys
It’s what they do
Sadness for the Kangaroo

Australian Carnivores
Red meat, they
Despite the high heat of each day
Indulge themselves in the wild roo
Steaks, pure fakes without a clue
Live exports, shooting
Heartless fools
The Kangaroos
They hear our calls
For our truest friends they be
That much
is true
Thanks for the wonderful Kangaroo

And Kanga too. Xxx

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The names right to oils not

Posted on May 9, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Rape seed oil is not for me
Erucic Acid tragically
The cabbage family
Yes maybe
the golden fields
All growing free
It’s heavily processed
And inflammatory
Refined with hexane
So not for me

In Canada it’s canola oil
It cancelled LEAR
And seemingly
It’s everywhere
And farms do
Say it’s organic
How is that true

Highly processed
Omega three
Transformed to six
Believably
So Not for me
This golden seed
Called vegetable oil
No not for me

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A pig on a farm

Posted on May 8, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A pig on a farm
Knows only true harm
An attempt to accept
Forever they are swept
Into a maelstrom of bitter regard
Violence and unfairness
All Constantly scarred

Their habit and lifestyle
Finds arrogance they
Know ignorant violence
For there every way
Is broken and busted
Their physical worth
Wasted and stolen
From their place on earth

Nesting and birthing
And motherly care
Cleanliness knowing
Being aware
Loving each other
Respecting the cause
Imprisoned and tortured
In fact without pause

Given little care
Misunderstood
Lovers of life
Their urge to be good
Made to feel dirty
Crated and seen
As victims
Intolerable and so obscene

The stench of the sty
The excrement bath
Farming for profit
The violence the wrath
The evil the ugliness
All of this vile
Humanity so called
We put them on trial

They have no sweat glands
So what do we do
Let them lay in the shit
We don’t have a clue
Chop of their tails
Chip their teeth
Let them feel
Prisoners disrespect
It is for real.

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Mr Rooker and his ideas

Posted on May 8, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The only way to know if food
Contains genetic crap
Is ANALYSE the foodstuffs
But there’s this widening gap
Developing, for let us say
Conventional food can
Be spiked, by this genetic stuff
That’s why we need a ban

You lot um and are and say
It’s good technology
Let a monsanto the monsters
Grow it easily
America gives free reign to the
Great transgenic mob
Already organic tortillas
We’re impregnated Sob sob

So fining the food stores
It is incredible
When you lot fail to take
The stance and say
Genetic food is banned in GB thank you
So if it’s found here then the only way
It got here, is like drugs
By being smuggled
And tests for this are needed at the port
To expect some shop or mobile
To have done it
Surpasses sense and is said
With little thought

Waiters are to be aware
Says Rooker
Well, what you’ll get
Is people saying what
Others want to hear
For that will bring good cheer
And fining people
That’s is clearly not

The way my shop is certified
Organic
That’s the way to go
Call for certification
If there’s any doubt
Do realise the wind blows too
Can we be blamed for all
The seed that’s carried out into the
Countryside to impregnate crops just
Where they all might fall.

Monsanto and Novartis are the culprits
Everybody knows it’s them that are wrong
They are the ones to pay if it now happens
And then faced with this fact another song
They might start a singing. I am hoping
For these gigantic companies that we
Put a boycott into being
And make it stick worldwide if we are to be

I thought you were the party of the people
And if this is the case then better you
Tell the great genetic hordes they have had it
For really there’s not much else you can do.

Copy to K Slade @FSSG maff.gov.uk
Soilassoc@gn.arc.org

28th March1999

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Cruelty personified

Posted on May 8, 2024 by Rex Tyler

National Donkey Day 8/5/

Fat arsed tourists
Like the high life
Tanked on ouzo
Pay a price
Ride the donkeys
In Santorini
See the sights
Roll the dice
These poor sad souls
Become the taxi’s
500 steps of rigour they
Bear the weight of sweat
And take the pain
I’ll fitting saddles and enormous strain

The Greek islands
Sea of blue
We wear those tight muzzles too
Standing in the hot sun, we
Get burned and spurned
Whipped and dragged
And all of this Despite our plea

And cry we do
Wounded limbs
All those steps
The flies that land
On our scraped wounds
Never treated
SanTorini it’s not that grand

Thank the goddess PETA loves us
It’s today day of the year
Donkeys get a day to think of
Overloaded it is clear
Sometimes two get on our backs
As if one is not enough
Tourist taxi’s
And the suffering
Beaten really life’s too tough

Santorini up to Fira
Galleries and shops and places
all those tourists
Pick us kick us
Bodies racked out through our paces
Fat arsed ouzo drinking Germans
Too much sausage we proclaim
If you go to Santorini
And up to Fira
Leave us be
It’ll be the same

Just no hurt for us
Poor Donks
We can rest a little while
We can enjoy the sights and sounds
And live a little. With a pile
Of hay and sunlight on our backs
Remember Donkeys need to rest
Meander quietly in the sunshine
Not sweat and slave and just detest

Our lives

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Cat posts

Posted on May 7, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The anger building up in me
Is colossal I can say
It’s irritates and exasperates
Really that’s the way
Forward now in China
Is torturing by the score
I am just infuriated
Why the youth now go to war

With kitty cats with kittens
Stolen from private places
Traded on the internet
Their lovely little faces
Beaten burned and ruptured
It’s into truth to know
In China there are rogues about
Who put on a dark show

Of killing and of torturing
Of kicking and burning and we
See the vilest kind of ugliness
Leave them hanging from a tree
The antipathy and abhorrence
Hearing their tiny cries
Seeing them as screwdrivers
Are pushed into their eyes

On line selling videos
Yes this is what they do
It breaks my heart in pieces
That all this shit is true
And that idiots around the worldOn tic rock and beyond
Sit and pleasure themselves at night
And admit to being fond

Of hearing screams and blood letting
Such a menace they
Have endearing qualities
But are still made to pay
Its ominous to realise
The evil that exists
Real zero intolerance
Set up on torture lists

It’s wrong in every which way
Unwarranted to see
To hear their cries so pitiful
Denied justice, tragically
It’s objectionable to see themBeing broken in
It’s so reprehensible
Just How did this begin?

Humiliating animals
In such a nasty way
Animals give up their trust
And unjustly today
Groups are getting pleasure
From stomping on their paws
Humiliating kittens
And wiring up their jaws

Such abject fucking shabbiness
Spivvery and more
Improbity beyond all thought
Leaving the babies sore
aiding and abetting
Wickedness and treachery
It’s grating and it’s ugly
All this complicity.

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Heartless

Posted on May 7, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The heartless torturing arse oles
Deriving enjoyment they
Love to consume live animals
And torture them and play
See they watch the agony
Hear it, see it, they
Are turned on by the infant screams
A new age infamy

To never love an animal
That gives its heart and soul
That warrants true affection
That has a darling role
In life in thus accepting
A human being who
Can show love and affection
And be all part of a clue

Ugliness and evil
Vile destruction put on line
The tenderness of kittens
Their hearts and minds
And hear their whine
See their fangs, contortion
Their claws pulled one by one
Burned and chopped up into pieces
The angelic souls are done

In, and left to suffer
Their insides ripped and torn
Every kind of evil torment
From the day they were born
Made to realise horror
Every single day
Kicked and pummelled and beaten
What is there to say

Beyond the yellow peril
The ghastly malicious crimes
Earning yuan from the sickness
Now sign of the times
How can the heartless do this
Men and women who
Are clearly heartless harbingers
Of a crude and despicable few

Who torture yes for profit
Hear the kittens cries
Using and abusing a little babies eyes
Digging them out with scissors
Hot pokers in their ears
Every awful contrivance
And tons and tons of fears

China why you sink into the animal abyss
Soulless infidels rotten to the core
Devoid of bliss
Your grizzly violations
Turned on by their cries
Hours on end of torture
Until the baby dies

These cretinous need to be rounded
Up
And tossed into the sea
Into a cell of rat infested torture
Let them be
eaten alive and gnawed at
Their bodies scraped as well
Anyone who treat animals like this
Were born in hell

And hopefully will die there

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China

Posted on May 7, 2024 by Rex Tyler

What horrors come from China
The youth apparently
Many see the torture
Of the innocent and free
To be an exciting proposition
What an evil deed
Murdering cats and dogs
For pleasure
This ugly stuff doth feed

The mindless crippling gender
Cats are being torn
To pieces in food blenders
Treated with awful scorn
Ugliness personified
Fearsome crude and wild
Torturing and chopping
Every feline child

The internet gives time
To filth
To terror and to pain
Innocence is shown to be
Frail for the insane
Youth of China men and women
Enjoy the ugliest scene
Destroying beautiful cats and dogs
Such videos have been

A race of vile degenerates
Scum bags from the east
Filling their minds with horror
On evil these fiends feast
Torture pain and agony
Inexplicably
Bringing joy to violent youth
I read it abominably

China hang your bloody heads
The world looks on and feels
Only a morbid countenance
Such dark and vile ordeals
Created sold and violation
Murder every day
Tiny cats scream out we hear them
Your real social decay

Hatred comes from hurting
The innocent you see
It’s spreading to America
And their youth likes to be
Watching and absorbing the rotten cruelty
Where’s your culture where’s your sense
So much depravity.

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Beal time 5/5/2024

Posted on May 7, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Babies cry
Undoubtedly
Lost souls
In an ocean, free
Of virgin goodness
It’s depths of pain
For the fisher folk
Wholly insane

Posted in Abandonment, activism, Emotional Poems, Environmental Poems, Seals, Secrets within us, Self mutilation and arrogance, war zones, Wild and farmed fish, Wildness is our friend | Leave a comment

Pain

Posted on May 4, 2024 by Rex Tyler

It’s everywhere it’s killing me
Shoulders arms and hands
Knees and hips and feet and toes
All the bloody brands
They are going to take the pain away
Help me sleep a while
And If they take the pain away
And kind of reconcile
My being I’m all seeing.
The pain just everywhere
Nobody to talk to tell me
Just my old friend despair.
Feeling cold and shivering
No heating I can say
Physically I’m feeling weak
It’s how I am today.

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