A restaurant of sorts
Where clearly some thoughts
Were the total transgression
And a menu that sports
Animals living alive alive oh
Served up with cabbage and sauce
All on show
Chopsticks to the ready
Thailand seems proud
The total Improbity lost
In a shroud
And a lack of conscience
And injustice, for me
A baseless betrayal
Of all decency.
They sit without thinking of
The writhing in pain
They put it into their mouth
The shamelessness game
For the innocent Soul
Who maybe aware
he is losing control
And why should he share
An immaculate spirit
In a state of grace
Being covered in soya
And shoved In their face
Showing no remorse
And feeling no shame
Not recanting the error
It wasn’t a game
They murdered a living soul
With graceless despair
They restaurant should be closed
Is no one aware
Of the offending dishes
That they have prepared
With total disdainfulness
I wouldn’t have spared
The chef or the diner
One moment in time
I despise their unworthiness
And their vile chyme
Snobbish and haughty
My protest should be
Heard in the karma court
And Instantly
MAy they all choke to death
They insult the true
Meaning of life
And what we ought do
Eating live animals
Wriggling in pain
Using their vile mouths
As some awful drain
Fighting the tentacles
What can one say
But revenge should be swift
At the end of the day
How is one so UnMoved
So callous and severe
Feeling the animal knowing its fear
They were remorseless
Vindictive as well
And I hope They got justice
When entering HELL
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.