Life is cheap as chips
in Africa or so I hear
an being an old timer
breeds its own dark fear
many of the men around
will hunt them and then they
will torture them and punish them
to pass the time of day
sicko’s brain dead morons
nothing between their ears
not a hope in hells chance
these thieves believe that they
can capture any animal
and just take them away
and some enjoy to torture
beat them up or try
to see how much pain they can take
really before they die
these inflicters, castigators
impose their skant desire
smack and slap and clout and welt
and suffer in the fire
flog or whip and flagellate
chastise with a kick
be head them with a rusty blade
I just want to be sick
they are really weirdo’s
there’s no other words for they
are not of this earth actually
and I wish they would rot away
the animals have their own lives
they harm no one at all
creation made them possible
and these vile sods as a rule
are bullies and low criminaals
and need a spell in jail
need someone to kick their arses
down a dusty trail
and into some swamp somewhere
where the crocs can take a bite
these are really blackguards
with hearts filled up with shite
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.