Fur and fur trim fun fur playtime fur and every other description that all caused extreme torture and agony

95%of all the leather and exports from China goes overseas to Europe, the US Russia and Japan that’s the market basically ,and all of it is terrible torture of the animals involved in the farms or in the caged yard farms or the markets and the environmental consequences are so severe and dangerous for the people who live nearby, all the fur and trim causes unbelievable agony to the animals ,all of them die slowly, being tortured and skinned alive there are few exceptions.if you buy any garment shoe whatever with any fur trim you are supporting this vile tradein agony and torture

I cannot start to imagine the cruelty one may see

in China due to the fur trade

but please don’t just believe me

do your own research and you will

cry inside when you

see the graphic films Ive seen

and they are getting much worse too

the suffering of the wild fox

and of raccoon dogs and cats

and of mink

they are going crazy

in tiny cages

and they stink

of piles and piles

of maggotty shit that’s heaped up

close to where

they live in these vile cages

cages of despair

this is hell for certain

for a wild soul

it can’t be

worse not ever

nothing could be worse

take that from me

insanity its commonplace

they are quite out of their mind

going around and around and around

this is what you find

frustration and such boredom

they have nothing to do

the discomfort clearly is immense

enduring it all through

their short lives

so much anguish

so much agony and  grief

they are in such purgatory

it just beggars belief

it leaves me so uneasy

I can’t believe that we

are really now that evil

but clearly we now be

party to this slaughter

this dire disagreeable state

it is woeful to imagine

how they meet their fate

when its very cold

thats when the fur is likely to be

thicker they are ripped out of the cages

you can see

they do not spare them any pain

its a grip that makes them cry

and they transfer them

to a tinier cage on a truck

you might ask why

they are going to the marketplace

in a truck and it is far

no food no water, nothing

just the many miles

to scar

for they will just be thrown about

and bruised and broken they

arrive at market to be sold

this is the only way

and in the sun they sit there

hopeful one can see

that someone might give them some water

they are parched, and they  just be

frightened full of uncertainty

as to what will happen they

are sold and the buyer gets hold of them

and really makes them pay

he smashes them down on the ground

stunning  them by the tail

and smashes them into kingdom come

and of course if that does fail

hits them with a lump of wood

and if they should again come around

hangs them up and skins them

thats what we have found

skinned alive their blinking eyes

their panting mouths their cries

their kicking legs their agony

I have tears now

and they rise

within my head I can’t prevent

having seen it all ,the shame

the writhing and the bleeding

and the stricken  where’s the blame?

going to, I wonder

the skinner may be so

whose being paid a pittance

and so he has to show

some profit from his endeavour

and slaughter and skin them fast

as he can ,the blood y massacre

leaves me quite aghast

they are weeping they are tearful

its wretched to observe

they are doomed of course and know it

how man has got the nerve

to subject a living soul to so much agony

and pain

its harrowing just thinking about it

and seeing it again

I say to you who buy fur trim

you are guilty too

you are bloody supporting them

the monsters and they do

do this hour on hour each day

and so many souls do die

and it takes a full 10 minutes sometimes

they look with one big eye

begging us to help them

to put them out of their pain

but we are just observers with our cameras

who gain

footage so that poets and writers

can express

the evil that is fur trim

so don’t imagine less

the environmental squalor

tests the imagination

terribly toxic chemicals

they are never a salvation

they spill into the rivers

where children are at play

its the children that will suffer

the vagaries of the day

you who buy the fur trim

you can look away

but you are just as bad as all the rest

for everyday

you wear this bloody clothing

these boots these cuffs

these shoes

these collars

you are helping them

I know its awful news

but you are handing them a wage

the furriers who make

millions out of agony

they torture and they break

the spirits of so many

varied animals now who

suffer abject torture and of course

its down to you

you have to wake your ideas up

you have to change your tune

the Department stores  and the markets stalls

you will see it soon

its everywhere the torture

and the karma its there too

and wearing these vile garments

is very bad for you

for it will not go unnoticed

for the universe does see

it created the sweet animals

and it watched them earnestly

and it saw the vilest murders

and it heard the terror screams

and pay back will come suddenly

and tears will come like streams

this is a very vile trade

the furriers they know

and you are being hoodwinked

as the trade in furs does grow

the torture is immense now

the evil does abound

and your kids might be wearing

something smashed hard on the ground

something that lay snorting

and choking on its own blood

something that was created

but was extinguished in the mud

by a skinners boot that crushed hard down

on  a mother fox maybe

whose pain was so egregious

that from its face

I can not be free

I will see its image

in every single thought

I can never put to bed

this was a  sweet creation

till they trod hard on her head

she coughed up so much sputum

and looked straight  at me and I

really felt remorseful

at the way she had to die