Those piglets were thrown
in the hole and they cried
their little hearts beating
life for them denied
swags porkers life forms
the earth on their backs
we watch are they destined
for hell, they relax
alone in their darkness
inner screams sound
shovel after shovel
in their pit underground
gasping
for air
Suffering so
the farmer gave them the big nod as we know
One day the farmer
will get his reward
when he lies in his box
and achieves a reward
maybe on his death bed
The porkers he’s killed
will come back to haunt him
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.