these huge great pig prisons
are terrible places
full of insensitive people
their faces
truly bored out of their
robotic brains
its aloofness and cold blooded
stupor that reigns
they call it a farm
indifferent
the harm
they do to those pigs
day in and day out
when you hear the furore
you just know for sure
they go through such suffering
and indignity
they are not senseless beasts
they have feeling they see
affable souls with a real heart of gold
enduring the worst
until they are sold
it becomes an ordeal
at the end of the day
a harrowing journey
which only they pay
chagrined and mortified
a botheration
doomed and dejected
complete desperation
the ways they are treated
punched beaten so
trod on and tortured
by life forms so low
no wonder they scream
no wonder they bawl
no wonder they falter
and suffer it all
babies slammed ground wards
and bleeding like hell
the feelings of parents
nobody can tell
nobody can realize
what they are going through
its a travesty really
what man unkind do
they squeal and they murmur
they grunt and they whine
full on
disgruntlement
of course a sign
that all is not right
and that they have to be
allowed to respond
to this vile energy
oklahoma now surely
laws ought protect
mercy for animals
when they inspect
this sort of ugliness
this sort of pain
knowing how pathetic
and truly insane
living like this
and allowing them to
make pigs lives so awful
something they can do
close down the facility
let people see
what their dollars are buying
is futility
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.