Carrying on the fur theme(from a raccoon dog being skinned) his last words to us all

Under the boot
of a yob
the agony and the blood
the poor souls head
is aching
tears come in a flood
and this yob guy
imagines as he stands
there
that he’s king
he can tread
down on the head
of a beautiful earthling

Life in China
so he’s paid just a few ren min bi ( run min bee)
he had to murder hundreds
to get a pot of tea
a bowl of rice
perhaps a bit of chicken
in his soup
meanwhile the ugly fur trade
smack their lips
and taste their dips
not counting how they’ve
weighed
into situations
how animals have died
using bits for collars
and cuffs
they are mystified

fur toys and fur linings
and of course fur gloves
and coats
look at the awful carnage
standing on their throats
imagine you were under
his boot how would you feel?
I bet your cries would echo
around the world for real
so don’t turn away no not today
remember what you saw
and realise that mother
she had babies
and they are no more
for they starved deep in their nest
last night
coughing up blood, in pain
they felt their poor dear mother
died and she did die in vain
so some fat hag could plaster
her face with powdered cream
and wear the coats of animals
who should could not hear scream