Destruction Off life

The stench of death
Engages the nostrils of those who
Carry out the annihilation
And help to make the stew
The lethally destructive
Labourers of sin
Who gas and lunge their sharpened knives
And pierce the lone sows skin

She screams beyond the ear range
A shrieking vile refrAin
Blood spurts from out of her jugular
We all can feel her pain
An ugly contusion
A bitter sweet desire
Gassing her harassing her
And putting her to fire

Take your children to the death camp
That fatalistic blow
The saw that cuts her clear in half
As many of us know
Turning on a cutting board
And showing us just how
A pig is cut in pieces
And is ready for us now

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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