He has never had a mother
What we hear and see is pain
Listen to the hounds
All sharing
“The new gearbox ”
Its the bane
Really of all humanity
This vile prospect
Sitting there
A complete desecration
Of an innocent so aware
Whipped for being exhausted
An affront to decency
The irreverence of each moment
The complete discourtesy
To humiliate a blessed one
To be so cavalier
It really is an outrage
To draw up so much fear
Its wrongness and its rotten
A complete disgrace and shame
This is a misfeasance
Uneven scales that claim
A victim from a beautiful soul
Who is trying to be
Helpful to the sicko
Despite his inequity
Flogging a broken hearted soul
A true miscarriage here
Its totally inadmissible
Discriminatory fear
Welling up in that poor heart
Still trying to respond
And being weakened by the whip
Clearly there is no bond
Left and ever was there
This inflexible regard
For a animal thats ailing
Broken and clearly scarred
This insult sits unmoved though
Remorselessly he whips
Incapable of heartfelt love
What comes out of his lips
Is evil darkness vile and straight
A Vindictive vengeful creep
Grudgeful rancorous spiteful
It just makes me weep
Nemesis I call on you
To take this blighter down
To submerge him in the blood
Of life
And and wait till he doth drown
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.