A lovely sky
Warm damp grass
Wild flowers
The sweet bouquet
Here I sit in paradise
But soon must go away
Humans want my skin and bones
My flesh my milk my all
A white paled fence
A pretty outlook
It really makes no sense
It drives me up the wall
As Animals we are bloody slaves
Pummelled when they can
Black looks really anger
From the farming man
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.