Bagshaw &/sons slaughter house 2014/2015

This is the purest thuggery
Plug ugly through and through
A pig it has been cornered
In a lairage in full view
3 so called men are with it
In front of them a gate
And they are trying to trap the pig
So they can sedate
or stun
The poor soul actually
Who clearly loves his life
He doesn’t want this action
He doesn’t need this strife
Wedging him between the gate and wall
Is clearly wrong
Putting the strength of 3 men
Against him it’s a long
Journey to the next world
Being tortured by
3 slaughter men so it appears
What a way to die

Clearly no compassion
Not a thread to see
This is one sad animal
Who doesn’t want to be
Where he is it’s obvious
And he screams for all his worth
But these hooligans are mindless
Yes mindless on this earth

The sheep stuck in the lairage
A mother with her lamb
Suckling can you see them
As in this death hole they cram
More victims with such natural feeling
The nervousness we see
Animals going to their deaths
Totally naturally

Pitilessness and callousness
It’s there for all to see
How intolerant we are of life
And basic honesty
Here we see those sheep families
Now waiting to die
Hoisted by one rear leg
Being taught to fly

Kicking like anyone would
Hearing the cries of woe
Of friends that have gone before you
And now you are in the flow
Expecting the worst and getting a it
From the totally ruthless crew
A bloke who does his damndest
To be unkind to you

Harsh he is harsh and so severe
Another thuggish git
No quarter given the hardest heart
Who feels he has to pit
His shitty vile behaviour
Against the innocent doe
Who was feeding her infant
Just a while ago

The cows you hear them lowing, bawling
For all their worth
Again hung up by one leg
Looking down on earth
The walls soaked In the life’s blood
Of others who went before
And now it’s you, you are getting it
The terror and the awe

You kick of course you kick
You cry of course you cry
Remembering your life of terror
Up here now on high
A slashing blade Upon your throat
And you are forced to be
Another murdered victim
Of what was pure infamy

Look around this area
A slaughtering house of woe
Where thugs are clearly happy
To everyday there go
To murder and to torture
Their charges one by one
Though Nemesis is watching
That one with the gun

Watching as he charges forth
His whole strength on the gate
Squashing that poor pig
Who knows he has a date
With death, he knows already
But he fights for all his worth
Although the farm he came from
Was the pits
To leave the earth

He still, doesn’t want to
He is fighting to be
Allowed to live his term of life
Not be slaughtered you can see
You can feel his base frustration
You can know now how he feels
But the thugs they don’t feel anything
Nothing now appeals

To their sick mindless attitude
They have lost that long ago
Conditioned to be monsters
Their vendetta is on show
The slaughterhouse is a death camp
Where unfortunates are sent
Tiny little babies who haven’t made a dent
On their own lives regrettably
Lost souls in a way
Born to live but made to die
For humans who will pay

The piper to consume them
Their legs their breasts their back
Chomp upon their youthful flesh
Killed by a thugs attack
Murdered in cold blood so
Distant people can create
Dishes for their families
On their bloody plate

I look upon these victims
Those dying as we see
And those having to do the murdering
And those eating them
Who be
The reason for this evil
This degeneration of the soul
Who somehow reward the spirit
And the demons in their hole

Those of us who are vegan
We hear their every cry
It sickens us remorselessly
And though we seek to try
And close down all these ghastly places
The masses seem to feel
The need is there to consume them
The threat you see is real

And so it goes on every single day
And yes at night
Millions of innocent earthlings
Are slaughtered in the light
The darkness and the evil
They have to meet their end
Hanging on the gantry chains
To the music that does send
Each and every victim into horror
Into pain
The slaughterhouse the anathema
Of inhuman disdain

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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