Monkeys and all the others used for experimentation

forced into a contraption

and strapped down on a bench

its little heart is beating fast

like some frightened wench

look as its eyes  a flutter

what right have we got to do

this sort of torture

to this little

soul

who really would never hurt you 

we experiment on them though hourly

subjecting them to such pain

squirting vile substances

into their eyes

for purely our commercial gain

squirting vile substances

into their bottoms

into their private of parts

into their nostrils

into their ears

into their brains

and their hearts

 

we are so monstrous to do this

trap them somewhere in the wild

force them to come to our laboratory

probably they still a child

and  someone is now grievingck in the jungle

a mother  a sister who knows

lost in this beautiful  true incarnation

with all of the stress it does pose

from the wild creepers torn like some rag doll

and brought to this little wire cage

and there she will sit

and try to pit

her feelings

against them  and  guage

why she was taken

why she should be

strapped in the restraint

which  no one will  see

it scrapes at her legs

and it t tears at her spine

that creates those red lesions

which is just one sign

 

of how she is tortured

how she now bleeds

how she is feeling

and where this all leads

ultimately to her death

for some chemical foam

for some corporate toff

with a bloody great home

 

slaves to a system

thats all shot away

the experiments dont help

but still they do pay

with their freedom their lives

with their sad mental state

stolen from their families

and then made to wait

 

for  scapels are made ready

and  their fur is then shaved

why incisions are made

so invasive, they’ve braved

so much in their exploited life

and too soon

they are snuffed out

and dumped

by some white coated loon

 

they became victims

of man unkinds world

his corporate madness

in that they were hurled

sacrificed daily

and tortured as well

which drove them

completely insane and to hell.

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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