Auction Houses

For me the real difficulty here
Is that animals seem to be
The whipping boys for human trash
That so often we see
In auction houses for example
Holding stock to sell
So why do we see cruelty
Why the need for Hell
The amount of fear for animals
In leaving their place of birth
Transportation to unknown yards
Really there is more worth
In fostering a friendly place
A helpful place where they
Can feel comfortable instead
Of feeling sadness all the way

To me it makes no sense at all
To neglect and abuse those souls
Being brought into a place
To be sold surely those goals
Would be much more lucrative
If a certain kindness was displayed
But as far as i can see these days
Its never the stock in trade

Its a place where fearful animals
Are kicked and pulled and dragged
And beaten trod and tortured
Stomped on even bagged
Where there is cockiness and brashness
And downright hostility
It feels like a vendetta
Which of course it shouldn’t be

Small animals given awful treatment
Picked up by the necks
And thrown across the shed
Clearly there arn’t checks
Made to safeguard animals
From injury and pain
Its an ongoing pattern
That we see time and again

Literally they are thrown into pens
Now whats that all about
These are feeling creatures
It hurts there is no doubt
So why would people do this
Hurt them just because
They are there
Just because they are innocent
And feeling high despair

Human beings supposedly are on a higher plain
But I have my doubts about this
All of this disdain
This ill feeling this antipathy
This unfriendliness its there
Everyone is aware of it and its very hard to bear

Little goats so innocent so why throw them about
Their dainty little legs soon break
When well what is a lout
and a heavy and an ignorant
Does just this and throws
Them hard against a wall or somewhere
Just because they chose

To do this out of devilment or just
Frustration they
Break the heart and the legs as well
And the baby them will pay
It will die their very slowly
Unless a lout comes by and smashes it into the concrete
My question really why?

there really is no purpose
These are innocent sweet souls
We must show them mercy
That really is the roles
That humans find themselves in
Not devils who must kill
The auction room shouldn’t be doom and gloom
But a nice clean place they fill

Up with lovely animals being sold
To another farm
And the one thing that is paramount
Is that they do not come to harm

To see them wracked and injured
Downers dragged away
By folk lift and then kicked and punched
Really it does play
Into the hands of the psychopaths the corporate regimes
The louts and rogues that sometimes clamber
Out of nightmarish dreams

San Bernadino California Mercy for animals saw
Some pretty heavy harming it was just more like war
Victims there were many almost all received a whack
The staff should all be jailed I think
And themselves given some flack
They are thoughtless ignorant idiots
That need a dressing down
The animals need some loving
Not for them to go to town
On disfiguring them and bloodying them
And torturing them all day
This is not a human trait and
It has to stop today

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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