Can you hear their hearts failing

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

 

 

 

 

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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