From farm to the death camp or abattoir

U must have seen these gr8 huge trucks
Loaded full of animals chicks pigs & even ducks
In the heat & in the cold going 2their death
An odd eye peering out in2the street below
Sometimes a hoof a trotter or feathers as we know
No food & no water packed together
They

 

arrive many dead and dying from exhaustion and stress

 

and the realization of being dispatched halal

and hung up to bleed out

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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