How insensitive so many are
wild animals were born
never to be tortured
and have their ligaments torn
a’s sunder by the steel leg traps
causing massive agony
to what is an innocent baby
who once though she was free
what a vile contraption
tears into the soul
born to walk the forest
in complete control
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broken in a bloodied state
what a truly awful fate
screaming as they are dying
which everyone’s denying
others put in cages
with rusty wire that tears
cuts through their pads
like razors through jelly
and which scares
cripples them what can they do
but many go insane
round and round in circles
they have nothing to gain
no where to walk
no forest
nothing they can do
man makes them just lose their minds
and its all for you
what nasty rotten infidels
leaving traps about
mean’t to cause such evil
and thats without a doubt
many bleed out slowly
some begin to bite
their limbs off just to get away
and crawl into the night
this is their desperation
life means so much, they
do not want to give it up
do not want to pay
but we are so insensitive
our vanity controls
we want fur coats on our backs
and do not care for souls
who might have won the right to wear
fur from heaven above
we want it and they have to die
because fur coats we love
thats the fur hags and there’s many
and the furriers who
want a great big margin
it helps them to do
what ever they are doing
the designers they want it as well
they don’t care for anyone
consigning souls to hell
No fair fur trade
no ethics
morals to speak of here
everyone associated with fur
knows of despair
their pitilessness
is evident
an unmerciful display
designers who the hell are you
to make the woild souls pay
the spitefulness of profiteers
they are spiteful, they are sick
no one can believe them
lying there they lick
their torn crushed limbs
a limbo
with what can only be
described as satans grimace
and such indignity
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.