Vivisection and experimentation on Primates at UF

Supposedly civilised

thats what we thought

UF though tragically

has to be sought

for its evil intent

and its dastardly ways

of the abuse  and the torture

of Primates,

a phase

of tasteless vulgarity

torture and hell

of undignified  order

and harshness as well

the purgatory there

the sorrow and grief

prostration is evident

all beyond

all belief

the burden the nightmare

ongoing for those

primates in peril

who  of course never chose

this vile execution

of science so called

each wretch taken manfully

its soul over hauled

I cry in my heart

for the burden  they hold

for the ugly dimension

in which they are rolled

martyrdom is there’s

and few people care

as science destroys them

so few are aware

the lack of compassion

the bedlam the cries

the agony falls on the

weakest who dies

not knowing the reason

for adversity

for evil and hopelessness

broken and lost

their bodies defiled

at such a great cost

as we sink to our knees

and proclaim to the world

why are they brought here

just to be hurled

out into no where

devoid of all sense

cut into ribbons

to remain ever tense

to the experimentation

of white coated trolls

masked up and ready

to create the controls

that take feral primates

into their dark cave

and submit them to misery

then to the grave

for medical reasons

the granting of cash

the scalpels are bloody

and so is the trash

the body parts stored

in the annals of time

where the trolls deem it

there in that slime

in those rivers of blood

as the gutters now swell

in the darkest of nights

in this dark man made hell

some of us stand

in the darkness and pray

we look to the goddess

and to her we say

this deplorable state

we lament night and day

at the science of fiends

that makes  innocence pay

irksome indifference

one candle burns

the masses can’t see it

one dear heart yearns

for reason and peacefulness

Camille Merino

headed the clan

and suffered the woe

the antagonistic development she

took them and how they hurt her

honestly

she stood alone with the prison where she

died every second of melancholy

the sadistic souls

all part of the force

that stole this sweet angel

as their matter of course

stifled her cries

wouldn’t let them be heard

like a linnet whose feathers

this  sweet little bird

sang her refrain in the darkness

till she

was at last given freedom

to fly and to be