Airbrushed skeleton’s
clad in fur
Fox, Coyote
Just who were
The victims, Tell me
Why did they
Have to give their lives
today.Truly genuine of spirit
were, where they were born to be
unsuspecting of some device
left to kill them painfully
and abject paid did surely follow
and did’st thou wilt under
its strain
corporate blood loss
and nervous rigour
dispatched to Hell
in the pouring rain
clad in fur
Fox, Coyote
Just who were
The victims, Tell me
Why did they
Have to give their lives
today.Truly genuine of spirit
were, where they were born to be
unsuspecting of some device
left to kill them painfully
and abject paid did surely follow
and did’st thou wilt under
its strain
corporate blood loss
and nervous rigour
dispatched to Hell
in the pouring rain
Stripped of skin
wafting soft
chemicalised
hung in some loft
and woven into
an expensive coat
sacrificial lambs
of note
air brushed skeleton’s
high heeled hags
whose cat walk gait
well, kind of bags
Designers, pumped up
money grabbers
corporate creeps
the real back stabbers
ugly, motivated sods
media, inflated gods
Who perpetrate this
evil practice
each fur bearing earthling
must
die, so every hag can use
abuse and choose
their given trust.Innocence it often
sallies the youth
but as maturity
meanders through
a maze of melodramatic
mist it seems to me
Liberation fronts expression
the procession
ninja’s they
balaclava’s to the ready
soon it will be
judgement day.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.