Poor little piglet begins its tortured life

Can you look at this soul
And not feel a pang
Of tears in your gut
A baby doth hang
In a vile tortured state
At the end of each hour
A piglet destroyed
By the meat trading power
Wretched in torment
Suffering so and will end up
Being gassed
In a shivering show
🐖🐖🐷

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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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