One last hug from the slaughterman

Posted on September 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Hugging your victim
For that’s what it is
It’s shaking with fear
And it know it tis
Close to it’s death
It can smell it can see
The stench of your breath
Is now totally
Frightening the baby
Goats are aware
The end is nigh
No time left  for prayer

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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