35 dead souls = 1 coat

50 million hearts
and 50 million souls
lost to all Humanity
clearly some are poles
apart from the reality
of what life’s put here for
Imagine for a moment
how tragic is this
War

if war took 50 million
our world would so regret
but we can do it
every year
and why create this debt
this karmic debt
so we can wear
their dead skins on our backs
around our collars
on our boots
and we say to relax

forgetting 35 or so
animals would die
to make a coat
to clothe us
a figure that’s so high
They’re hung up
on a nail somewhere
and slowly they are killed
35 young wives will scream
death by the unskilled

its family loss immeasurable
for it harms the children too
who grow up without fathers
and this means nothing, to you?
you feeble brained disasters
coughing up the cash
to put an end to innocence
as assassins then will bash
the day lights out of wild folk
strips them of their skin
and watch them shake and shiver
let their hellish dance begin

those bred in captivity
are prisoners of course
caged in vile conditions
and suffering remorse
sickened to be separated
from their wild domain
and fed on measly carrion
which is driving them insane
round and round their tiny cages
biting on the bars
bashing themselves silly
creating their own stars
sores and scars now haunt them
maggots too, may taste
the sepsis that they carry
as rapidly as they waste

kept out in the cold
so as to promote thicker hair
this is man, the monster
are his women aware?
are his, kid’s realizing
where the money that he makes
comes from torturing animals
and watching as
their heart break’s

50 million corpses
the figure blows my mind
so we can walk about and show off
dead skins and just find
something in our psyche
that’s sets us up to be
thinking we are angels
in such vile adversity

they will scoff and argue
for them its what does pay
why could one of those
not be an angel for a day?
and cut the nets and let us run
into the forest where
we could comes to terms with life
and everything that’s there
trucks loads of unfortunates
behind the nets do try
they realize the imminence
of death and wonder why

their preciousness
is lost on men
prepared soon just to be
part of the equation
for the, sick fur industry

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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