The dirtiest pigs are not the pigs

Why look away
My red eyes are sore
Beaten black and blue
By the labourers for
Whatever reason
They deem that we
Should be violently treated
And broken you see
They kick and they swear
Prod us at will knock over our dishes
So the water does spill
We feel we care we love
It’s not right

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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