Man unkind Graphic accounts of animal torture

The one face
that will haunt you now forever
that dying Raccoon dog
without its fur
ripped away to expose
its bloodied structure
egregious torture
thats where you were
and for that it had to pay
a price so high its agony
most people
will not even watch it
they will say
I cannot watch
I will not watch
you cannot make me watch
and by them saying this
of course each day

it happens, and some create
the vacuum
they buy their fur trim knowing
they care about the ways
the cold wind makes their own necks
raw
and not about the animals
it plays
into the hands of all those heartless
murderers the fur trade
is right up there with them, they
derive just so much profit
from these animals
the Raccoon dog who perished
far away

was beyond all thought and human
imagination
beyond the pale
beyond the words we use
the vileness and the ugliness
we witnessed
really we are all being abused

just knowing that its happening
is terrible
and so that we can have
an anorak
so that we can feel soft fur
around our rotten necks
the Chinese do the business
and we just hit the sack

The pigs Korea just proved
how bloody terrible they are
just how heartless they’ve become
really just how far
sinking in the mire of shock and horror
pigs are knocked into a giant hole
its being done by a JCB and one man
who hoists and pushes live pigs
every soul

on top of one another bruised and battered
screaming now collectively they all
look as we move in to now observe them
they feel, they know, they really
and try just one last call
we are in there in the pit beside them
our heartlessness
it shows it really does
buried alive by tons of earth
creation gave each one true birth
and now together just a silent buzz

which clearly shows
us all there is no heaven
for Hell is clearly truthfully in us all
those who do these dreadful things
and those who do not stop them
and those whose backs are up
against the wall

Dogs and Cats
again in China
boiled alive
for some crap diner
in the street
matter of fact
how does anyone react
held up for the camera shot
by some insignificant snot
who smiles, this cat
was petrified
for in a pot of soup it died

now lifted up for all to see
its tortured face
how can it be
how can we let this happen and
just look away
of course we see
but shut it out and try to say
its got nothing to do with me
today
I don’t eat cats I don’t wear fur
and I never even heard it purr

the cow inside the box
we see its eye
its great eye
rolling free
its searching in our souls
but we
choose to look a way
and be
opposed to this
it sickens, so
we look away
we don’t want to know

and the butchers in that
abattoir
honestly they went too far
down the road to sin and woe
when they tortured that cow
as well we know
sliced its throat and saw its blood
the captive bolt
we heard that thud
as that vile bolt entered its brain
and gave it really so much pain
but its still alive it still can see
the heartlessness of you and me
eventually it does succumb
and really it becomes as numb
as the butchers men
in their pits of slime
and the look a ways
who don’t care a dime

then the calves
in Ohio’s place
in that farm of farms
where such disgrace
such evil torture
such torrid pain
was handed out
time and again
kicking punching
stabbing jabbing
cows and calves went through
it there
that farm was where insanity
was born
a place of such despair

those fiends then bragged
about the way they
hurt those souls
more everyday
the pitchfork in the udder drew
blood and gore
its what they do
these frustrated goons
those brain dead creeps
what they sowed
humanity reaps

the seals in Canada
every year nursing pups
split ear to ear
by louts with sticks
its what we do
we kill and slaughter
and pursue
our games for fur
for the finest skin
paid assassins underpin
the terror
felt by these wee souls
dismembered with these bloodied poles

and then the Bulls
in savage Spain
the fights each bites
the dust again
the terror in each Bulls big eyes
the blood loss
it just crucifies
any spirit we ever had
the matadors
forever bad
dressed up they are
fools who feel
what they do is very real
yes what they do is real alright
they are assassins clad in shite
they sicken me
Spain has to see
its culture so called
should never be
the karma stacked up
on them all
is pushing them closer to the wall

the killing fields
the awful frights
the dreadful deaths
their hairy heights
the insanity its now within
we are the reason
we underpin
give voice to those
who kill and maim
for they all do it
in our name