Camp Beagle

Camp Beagle
That’s the name we call it
A rotten sordid place
Where Beagles are brought
And we torture them
We give them little space
To be what they were born to be
Brave and courageous souls
Full it seems with honour
Brought into Human disgrace

Abused by universities
And technical places they
Buy in these trained animals
To test on
And they pay
A high price for their resilience
For their avid show of strength
Beautiful willing creatures
Who each go to great length

Hear them inside yelping
Screaming in their guts
Sensitives pure angels
Outside hearing these muts
Suffering and hurting
No technical support
No thoughtfulness no caring
Locked up without thought

Camp Beagle a vile establishment
Attracting the Law
Police guards come to wilfully
Actually ignore
The bantering the baying
The ultimate of screams
Induced by ugly violence
They enter angels dreams

It’s been there many many months
camped beside the road
People give their life and
It’s become their true abode
They fight they shout they utter
Defending the canine
Up against the rule of law
Yes the thin blue line

The dogs are being tortured
Bled cut awfully
Because they are a valiant breed
The suffer tragically
Animals experimentation
Torture all the way
Loveable beautiful animals
Who simple love each day

The government is insensitive
Such criminality
Organics fed by the corporates
Who earn big bucksTheir plea
Is hearing tragedies
The impropriety
wrongheadedness
And evil
And criminality

Beautiful Beagles
Soft beautiful hearts
Willing to love
Not It in fits and starts
But in bouts of absolution
Indemifying care
Being shown such agony
And Consumed with all that’s there.