A general lack of compassion towards animals and for that matter women

they seldom use the word at all

empathy is off their wall

they lack compassion

and think its cool

to just go out and act the fool

often the animals seem to take

the brunt of the message

that they create

an real ordeal for the innocent soul

who is tortured and killed

it was deemed their role

these young men

apparently

get some kind of pleasure

from torture

they see

a furry bundle

with great big eyes

as plaything to murder

and when it dies

they show no remorse

none at all

they set them on fire

what went on at school

how they were taught

of creations door

and what the animals

were put here for

goes out the window

it seems to me

drugged on the burgers

and all they see

the suffering and the grotesque desire

to set a rabbit soul on fire

what retribution they have no idea

because the rabbit shows little fear

till the flames lick in

and its organs hurt

and it leaps in the air

to view the dirt

the filth that is man

in the hour of its death

as it chokes on the viewing

and shares a breath

the agony wipes out

the feelings and so

off to the summerlands

this soul does go

why do they do it

did they think it through

sadistic morons

pitiless too

unable to feel

anothers woe

unable to realise

unable to know

numbed by the diet

lost in a bath

of sugar and salt

and miasmic wrath

digestions lacking

and packing in more

alcohol probably

they are at war

with themselves in so many ways

they wont atone

they are the renegades

out on their own

hopeless and guilty

of this wanton crime

violent misconduct

time after time

a pure and unspotted

soft fluffy soul

who can see just so much

but takes on the role

of gentleness really

inoffensive and sweet

who becomes their victim

and so we entreat

the poor soul whose killed

and we say to her she

is sacrificed really

and infinity

will grant her a new life

away from these yobs

who took it upon themselves

to open their gobs

to create  such transgression

such villainy

sin laden reprobates

conscienceless we

watch all they did

and we feel for that soul

and we now hear their sadness

in beyond their control

regretting the actions

their solace we hear

death though is final

and all of that fear

within that sad victim

its face they will see

throughout their lives

it will haunt and will be

distinctly remembered

for murder most foul

receives retribution

for god forms do prowl

sentient beings

do not die in vain

they come back to haunt

and how that will drain

the emotions the feelings

dormant maybe

but one day

that sad face

again they will see