Those eyes
thats what you see
deep soulful eyes
total incredulity
once trusting
now the size
of golf balls
red and swollen
looking inside of you
wondering why you let them
do
what they now do
experiment on their body
lamentable desire
cut them whilst they are awake
to feel the hottest fire
the monkey in her tiny cage
she has been there for an age
no trees to climb
nothing to do
but just go mad
in front of you
the technician shaves
her head
sticks the rod in
she is led
down a dusty path to where
there’s so much pain
and pure despair
look at that cat
a peaceful soul
born to take
whatever role
and subjected to such pain
He has just taken part of her brain
blood it drips out of her ear
followed by another tear
squeeze them
cut them
watch them groan
whats it all for
hows this shown
to be worthwhile
to the corporate shits
flanked by arses
having fits
induced by ravaging
unconsciousness
a complete darkness
producing stress
the innocent and they really are
hurting
look at every scar
on that poor souls face and back
it has been under attack
white coats masks and scalpels gleam
as a sickly crimson stream
squeeze its body
hear it moan
fuck these corporates
send them home
rabbits soft and bushy tails
eyes so red if all else fails
I will personally grab that bloke
and kick his arse
I make no joke
these torturers have got it coming
all those tiny hearts now drumming
tick tock the clock tick tock the humming
scum of the world your work is numbing
many who now feel the pain
tortured every day and again
ruptured spleens and livers thrashed
heads are hammered
feel each crash
suck their breath
share their pain
their frailty
and cut that chain
and let them fly
to somewhere’s new
above the sky
where all is blue
away away from shits like you
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.