Where did you get your woolly jumper?
and how do they get the wool?
its sheep those fairly docile souls
who suffer as they pull
and push and kick and slap
and stomp and slam them on the ground
hear them whimper hear them scream
and in their own blood drowned
Sheep shearers in Australia are paid by volume to
rape each individual and exactly what they do
they make them suffer terribly, their discomforts clear
the anguish and the torment and the wretchedness and fear
grabbing them and poking shears right into their eyes
hitting them with hammers
I know what a surprise
punching them and kicking them
and throwing them about
sticking their fingers in their eyes
there cannot be a doubt
these bloody louts are crazies
the vilest men around
they lacerate the poor sheep
and sew them up, they pound
each one who cries
punch after punch these animals don’t dare
to struggle as they are being done
for they then face more despair
like nobody can imagine
these nasty evil louts
leave you feeling sicker
its happening all abouts
heaps of dying animals
kicked around the floor
all you see is bloody wool
and lots more blood and gore
Wool is clearly agony
see them shafted here
everyone of those vile sods
should be jailed
for me its clear
they haven’t got a ounce of real compassion
in them, and they
need a damn good hiding
in some prison cell, away
from any form of animal
they clearly need to be
treated to a kicking
till their bollocks bleed
I see
many films and cruelty on scales
most can’t believe
but this lot these Australians
what they now achieve
is, how brutish man has become
making money out of wool
its harrowing to see it
how they writhe and bleed and pull
wounded heavy laden haggard and wide eyed
clearly in abject agony
all the way inside
then they are thrown like so much crap
down chutes and onto floors
these are docile creatures
is there just one pause
does anybody there care
does anybody think
no they fucking do not
in the curtain there’s no chink
no let up no emotion
these fiends just get their way
beating up the innocent
every hour of every day
Australia you should hang your heads
for what you allow right here
its lamentable behaviour
heightening their fear
as their skin is ripped and violently
torn off in their rage
their doleful eyes so pitiful
and pathetic I can gauge
how sad they are how sick they are
how deplorably they feel
wailing like a baby
for what is done is real
the vulgarity and the commonness
the tastelessness of how
these men manhandle docile beasts
unheard of in the now
the hopelessness the sheep must feel
torn out of the green
and subjected to such evils
by man a dark machine
this is not soulful entity
just a dark and violent sod
a craven spirited stink arse
who must fear the higher god
their heedlessness, their recklessness
their infamy their scum
nothing short of contemptible
their action leaves me numb
I want to cry out skywards
I want to bleed inside
these poor souls are all innocent
but despite that they were tried
then beaten mercilessly
humiliated there
their spirits all were broken
so revengeful so aware
virulent behaviour
embittered full of wrath
incensed and infuriated
to have met them on the path
they had the worst intentions
no empathy at all
a malignancy a callousness
a rancour and a gall
sadists they were sadists
ill conditioned from the start
vindictive hurtful and venomous
and clearly lacking heart
and, what of the innocent sheep
they clearly were thrashed on the floor
beaten to within sight of death
and seemingly promised more
bleeding from all over
the culprits paid a wage
remorselessly unmercifully
it just flies off the page
to see it is to feel it is to vomit
in their trough
who’d buy a woolly jumper
after hearing this
I’m off
Australia you sicken me
controls there are none, you
are as low life as there can ever be
and your time is overdue
I am unmoved by your government
their inflexibility
their cowardliness for allowing
such shits to all go free
your reputation goes before you
into eternity
those animals were slaughtered
those animals took pain
those animals were bleating
their doom was no one’s gain
malevolent behaviour
a retribution will
come, in the form of karma
and they should be struck still
there should never be an amnesty
not for these filthy hearts
scurrilous and cavalier
a total bunch of farts
who need a fucking hiding
they really really do
for they need to realise the pain
they exacted on the few
Wool lets bloody boycott it
lets give the sheep some face
what they have to put up with
from the so called human race
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
THIS HAS TO STOP NOW. THEY ARE ABUSED BUT THEY ARE INOCENT. I pray that all the abused sheep’s adrenalin goes onto the workers that hurt them and choaks them when they are in bed sleeping.
read my latest on them I have sent it to their association which will no doubt get me banned from visiting Australia