The term fur hags is one
that gets some backs up
and because it is derogatory
I see
why it might put noses out of joint
a bit
but really its a true reality
unthinkingly you let yourselves down
women
posing for your photo’s clad in fur
mostly it is men who trap wild animals
red necks, asses, heartless sods for they
have no care whatsoever for the animals
they torture
but women I would have thought that maybe they
would not have been so unkind to animals
a price a final price of life
would be
but it seems you want a big part of the action
you don’t care that they caused
a load of pain
or that fur farms are the epitome of evil
all of this for you is now no strain
where, wild animals are kept in cages, and
they go mad many of them or resort
to cannibalism they are tortured
clearly sickened now to have been caught
a poker up their arse to electrocute
them
imagine the agony there thats what they do
or they hang them on a nail and strip
their skin off
apparently you do not have a clue
where the fur you are wearing
ever came from
its off the back of an animal who cared
who loved, who shared who wanted to be living
but because some evil trader bloody dared
to authorize the killings so the animals
were murdered in their thousands
and then they
organised that poorer people cured them
using dangerous chemicals each day
environments were imbalanced
animals were slaughtered
people suffer illness so that you
can parade about in dead animal skins
imagining you are beautiful
when actually you are ugly
despite your sickly grins
the camera doesn’t lie
it shows those looking
just how crude and sinister you are
just how bloody insensitive
and clearly manipulated
the fur traders they know girls
who you are
if they want to carry out this torture
this slaughtering this uncaring
you should say
we are women we do love humanity
as mothers we know life
we know the way
the fur trade is an evil nasty
corporate
guilty of such heinous crimes
each day
employing morons to go out and trap
these precious beings
and kill them in the most
evil of way
you have skin and they had skin
remember
what its like to tear your skin sometimes
and what it must be like to be hung up on a hook
and then stripped of your skin the pressure climbs
the blood is then released as is the agony
the skin is saved the body mass is thrown
on a pile of other bodies suppurating in the sun
such agony that none of you have known
so stand before the camera
and smile a while
let the men who trade in fur
be seen
don’t stand in the limelight ladies
push those arses to the front
lets see the manipulators
who have been
dredging through the gutters
of humanity
paying measly sums to brain dead trolls
who torture for a living
and who a far from giving
any compassion at all
to innocent souls.