Dead flesh and skin and baby milk
the Westerner is of the ilk
cows and pigs and goats and sheep
our consumption makes them weep
Their longevity is none too long
as vegetarians they belong
in their respective families where
because of us they face despair
we abuse them
and lock them down each day
captivity is the game we play
we rape them
kidnap their children,We
Eat them and wear their skin for free
Leather skin wool and hair
we make our clothes
why would we care
they are born to service us
our slaughter houses where we cuss
and murder every single one
mothers and children,b isnt it fun!
hang them up and cut their throats
blood gurgling sounds and the richer notes
of dark frustration and agony
this is what the animals see
what they hear as they pass away
gushing blood in the big affray
we stole their milk
and made our cheese
we scoffed the butter
and our poor knees
creaked and ached
thats what they do
custard and rhubarb
its all true.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.