Roasted alive. By a baying mob

Posted on March 23, 2025 by Rex Tyler

An effigy
Of a cow once free
A breathing creation
it’s honestly
Bound up on the verdure grasses she
Was roasted alive
In her agony
Visualise imagine each flame
Searing through flesh
That was the claim
Onlookers relish the charring perfume
And when it be eaten
Who will share her tomb

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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