A stall in the market

A rail of murdered animals
You can almost hear their cries
The raccoon dogs in china
Skinned before our eyes
Alive hung on a rusty nail
On a rotten pole
And stretched and pulled
Whilst screaming
This a true wild soul

Then just thrown in a bloodied heap
To watch with bloodied eyes
As yet more victims are stripped bare
More than you realise
And this is for the anorak
The cuffs and collars where
Its so much cheaper than faux fur
This fashionable despair

And the salesman in his fox hat
And a dead whole fox he wears
An insentient scoundrel
One look from him it scares
The life out of most human beings
In how he illustrates
The creatures he is selling
And their squalid fates

Whole coats and hats
So many victims hanging on the rail
And where ever pelts were cured
Another sordid tale
Of evil and resentment
And pollution all the way
Where children with their mothers
Possibly in Hubei

Use chromium and other dreadful contaminants
To cure
Nothing good can come from this
No nothing here is pure
The animals were tortured
The workers tortured too
And now this chump is flogging coats
For him the thing to do

And people come and buy them
No shame NO not at all
They all know what they are wearing
But no ones a bigger fool
Than the trader in the market
Mouthing off is he
With patter and with
jargon
And profitablity