Down is never Up
except up, right in our face
its feathers from our bird friends
and the way its done thats a disgrace
a disgrace for all humanity
for its living birds, who find
their turned upside down
by piece workers and its torn out
my mind
just writing this, is hurting
imagine those poor souls
upside down, grabbed clumsily
and without due controls
hand fulls of your feathers or
hair is ripped out and
the skin if torn is sewn up
needle and thread yes do understand
no pain killing injections
no seamstress, just some git
who has caused this awful injury and
doesn’t care a sh*t!
if it says down on the label
be uppity, I say
that’s stolen from live birds!live birds!
now what do you say?
ripped off their shivering bodies
crying, sobbing, so
by people paid by the amount of down
they steal
and, they know!
The goose or Duck
ran out of luck
when it was bloody born
it could be kept in great huge sheds
no water, yea I warn
you, its getting graphic
but their poor lives are too
we make their pain unbearable
by what we’re going to do
right now its foie gras prison
a place thought up in Hell
by Satan and his nasty farmers
who thought they could swell
the soulful ones
by feeding or gavage which just
means they
force feed them with a dirty tube
rammed down their throats each day
its tears the mucus membranes
it makes them choke like mad
it makes them vomit blood
and feel so very bad
it gradually makes their livers swell
with fat, at such a rate
it gives them, the vilest colic
how do we create?
such vile ideas
what, kind of mind
figures out that we
have the right to torture birds
with such barbarity
So we took their down already
the agony and pain
the feeling, they have feelings too
and, emotional, strain
and so
now to the foie gras farm
and experience this low
it must leave them in a state of how
they came to walk their way
if there was a God
how comes he watched
men, act in this way
their liver so distended
their stomachs shot away
their throats a bleeding painfully
that is
purest dismay
down and foie gras, are evil
if you ever find, someone
who has either tell them, plead
with them
which is now what I’ve done!
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.