Are you are fur hag?

Are you a Fur Hag?
Or do you wear trim
Ugg Boots or Leather
impressing, him
that kind of desire
to wear somebody’s skin
your’s wasn’t good enough
you felt too thin
in real terms too thick
an insensitive Hag
with no heart to speak of
Just power in your bag

In the form of bank notes
that given a choice
can buy death and torture
to those without voice
to buy into sin
and terrible pain
to be forced to endure it
again and again
For that, Designer label
a huge karmic debt
a blood loss
a Lymph loss
your credit has let
the Industry hounds
the men on the ground
who’ve lost all their
credence
and now just surround
themselves with huge heaps
of bodies and pain
and this is the story
again and again

The wild soul it
could have been caught in the jaws
the steel trap in essence
it breaks all our Laws
it crushes the poor soul
torments it, until
it can’t take no more
all its blood it does spill
its heart stops, and life leaves it
premature death
choking, on its own blood
and fighting for breath
or it may have been
one of those other poor souls
in cages for ages
neglected as Hell
not fed, cared or watered
Just a torturous spell
sending it into, a frenzy
of pain,
of frustration and fear
until it is slain
its fur became thicker
but its eyes they did flicker
weakness set in
and anxiety too
it bit at its cage
got into a rage
its teeth became bloody
its wounds became bad
infected with maggots
once Jack the lad
a wild boy in love
with the great Natural World
but now clearly broken in Man’s Hell
he’s curled
He’s the prime target
as if what’s become
the electric probe
they stick up his bum
make him bite down
on a thin metal
rod
anal shock him to death
his witness our God

This is the powerful fur industry
smitten by grief
and duplicity
23 foxes
65 Minks
65 Sables
this story stinks!
200 Ermine
and Rabbits galore
30 sweet Pussies
12 Badgers implore
Eleven Lynx
100 Chinchilla must die
So that Fur Hags can watch
Other Fur Hags walk by
Blood on their hands
on their backs
all those tears
all that life was snuffed out
and replaced with such fears
that tore into the wild soul
corrupted it so
and forced it to go mad
as most people know
At least 40 million creatures per year
in my lifetime the figure
is pure dread and fear
nearly 3000 million
a great waste of life
and a huge karmic debt
thats let Cancer run rife