You are coming with me whether you like it or not! (Dedicated to my new friend Vickie Qureshi)

Look at him

if you can

if you put yourselves

somehow in the place

of that bedraggled soul

manhandled with so little care

such terror from that troll

a wretched vile expose

of a man who seeks to make

a profit from this horror

to be within his wake

would sicken every sinew

of my body, I can say

a vile degenerate human

whose clearly underway

the mother possibly looks on

frustrated as she sees

the baby suffering so much

and  clearly on its knees

slovenly its pushed and pulled

into the death truck there

its open doors

now visiting

the evil and despair

I look at this in agony

no eyes were mean’t to see

such evil  dolled out to what is

such a fraility

strong but clearly dead inside

a corporate labourer who

sucks the life out of his charges

that much yes is true

head down she’s lamenting

her sadness overcomes

our hearts are sad from imagining

the silence of those  drums

deafening of spirit

and woefulness to hearts

why are blokes cut out to be

such truly dreadful farts

 what had that sweet soul done

why take it out on them

I’m sore from having to witness this

from where does it all stem

this anger, this frustration, this evil

for its clear

to anyone with eyes to see

that this shit should not be here