On China’s cruelty the world looks and wonders

Cages made of wire
small cages filled up
tight
faces pressed against the wire
a pretty painful sight
doleful eyes searching
from the soul into a space
any space out of this space
into anybody’s face
but no one wants to
share that gaze
to return that heartfelt plea
the Chinese workers
haven’t got the time
to care
or see
anything but work all day
and that’s the only thing
that pays their board and lodgings
nothing else does bring
and satisfaction
a cats face a dogs eyes
they only see a blur
they just don’t realise

and all the while
the faces are pressed against the
wire
getting ever tighter
their situation dire
they feel the true intention
they know the coming pain
they hear all the dissension
they struggle but its in vain
they suffer deep inside themselves
they smell each others fright
there is nothing left to help them
their day feels more like night

and then that great claw
grabs them
and tosses them around
their necks are torn a’sunder
what is it they have found
a space to catch their breath by
before the end comes and
a knife enters their body
it is hard to understand
why it has to happen
why they have to die
why the pain is so intense
and tears now fill each eye
this is the vilest torture
anyone could take
as they strip the fur
from off your back
and you back legs
they just break

the taster of bloood
its fills my mouth
drenching my teeth and I
cna’t breath at all
I’m choking
its seems now I will die
the pain seers through my muscles
I can’t believe how deep
its burning as I’m turning
and now yearning for some sleep
to take from this agony
and transport me to a place
where all I have is my blood and bones
and very bloody face
China’s present consciousness
is an unawareness, she
has no regard for animals
no legitimacy
no rules no regulations
really anything goes
the animals are slaughtered
and their eyes left from the crows

its a really awful scenario
its molestation for they
are left to twitch and cry out
till their breath just fades away
in those last few moments
one can but reason why
one ever was created
if this was how you die
its isn’t even plausible
that any soul could be
left just hanging tangled
up in branches off the tree
swinging in the hot dry wind
and waiting painfully
for the end the end of time to come
the end of what has been
the most awful incarnation
where it all became obscene