Who’d be a runt?

Farmers are vile creatures
Piglets you see
Are voiceless
Or so it’s thought
Dramatically
Inarticulation
Aphonic sound
A muttering stutter
As their head hits the ground

Babies so happy to be born at all
Sadly vapidity
Convinces the men
These runts have no future
Possible when
Anyone sees them
Their future to be
Smashed head down on the ground
With intensity

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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