No comments so far so I guess
Let me be number one
These are little piglets
They ought be under the sun
Alive and feeling gorgeous
But in stead lifeless they be
The Meat Trade is their master
For an eternity
Their mothers what became of them
Bacon possibly
Spare ribs even sausages
And bad karma possibly
For the unsuspecting consumer
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.