A mother she’s soulful located somewhere
out in the countryside
and she must be
violently sent off
to a city slaughterhouse
a gruelling journey
mercilessly
They are very sensitive
they know what’s happening
mothers are knowing
the heat and the flies
tossed about falling
about on each other
reaching the death camps
a holding pen where
screams can be heard
violent and horrible
Sisters and brothers
facing the chop
this mother knows
she’s next it’s coming
her death is imminent
As the fear grows
Eyes on stalks staring
mouths gaping
souls searching
Blood stained boots marching
knives out and caked
walls splashed and gory
the most violent story
a slow death where torture
is a prominent act
throat torn a’sunder
blood spurts like crazy
recalling her babies
recalling her field
More and more torture
a sickly transfusion
music and whistling
the murdering scum
paid to be warriors
really and some
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.