Thailand and its dogs

Squalid little cages

rusty wire inside

15/20 dogs are left

there is no place  hide

all on top of one another

thrown up or down and they

are transported  in the open  sun

with nothing to drink all day

this is clearly torture

cruelty as well

this is not like planet earth

much more like some hell

unfed and off to slaughter

this the dog food trade

stolen pets and street dogs

this the kind of trade

one dreams about in nightmares

the howling that one hears

doleful eyes and pity

and the most extreme fears

caught up in this torment

some with broken bones

suffocating  such frustration

hear their moans and groans

some of them were in the house

belonging to a child

mollycoddled treated well

mixed with  street dogs wild

everyone a martyr

persecuted so

banished to the slaughterhouse

its where they are to go

the traders are remorseless

callous hardened gripes

grudgeful and unrelenting

really ruthless types

the animals are hurting

suffering a lot

scowling and forbidding

happy no they are not

they are humiliated

their spirits broken by

the unrelentless lurching this way

that way,  why

descend into a stupor

a dance of death some say

it really is a war of nerves

sadness al the way

every one would rather be

any bloody where

but here confined and fearful

where nobody does care

disfigured each  and every one

really rather sad

languishing in self belief

bothersome and bad

they are grabbed out of the streets

in a clumsy painful way

it often tears their neck

and leads to infection and decay

when its punishing and tender

the mood can quickly sour

coupled with some suffering

and the flavour of the hour

is panic fright and  worry

irritability

as if you’ve been abandoned

insensate naturally

sensory perception

no food and drink all day

buffeted about the place

if you could get away

you’d been unctuously

provided for

in your former home

and now slung tightly in some cage

with just no where to roam

delusional in all the heat

unblessed by the long haul

bordering on insanity

whilst some bloody fool

of a driver swerves

about the streets

we suffer as we do

bruised and cut about the face

and we piss ourselves there too

so by the time we reach the place

we are, covered in crap

those on  the bottom

drenched in it

a guilt trip in your lap

and then slung down

and broken

tossed into a pile

and hung up on some pulley chains

our throats then cut in style

a rusty wheel  we were pushed against

not stunned just evil pain

hundreds of us kicking wildly

of course all that in vain

we never will now walk away

or imagine we could fly

we kick our legs all knowing

that we are, going to die

dipped then in hot water

some feel it it does scald

other faint and lose it

if you saw it you’d be appalled