The most sensitive of animals
Intelligently so
Their want for clean conditions
As temperatures grow
Humanity in farming
Put profit margins first
Crams these souls together
And make them all feel cursed
They cannot sweat
Originally they lived externally
Not cramped in vile dark smelly sheds
No sweat glands ultimately
Lack of understanding human farmers who
Only see the dollar signs
Not part of the crew
We call them dirty
But what they need is yes to be cool
To build their nest
And to be blessed
Not tortured by a fool
An ignorant arrogant arse hole
Who needs a course in care
And a true understanding
Of the sensitives that are there.

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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