A sow is no cow but she is a worthy soul capable of greater things. than her executioners

Posted on October 15, 2025 by Rex Tyler

She is hanging
Garrotted in agony she
A personable beauty
Who witnessed her duty
And hangs diabolically
That’s how we treat these pure life lines
The Meat Trade the torturing mob
I write each poem to protect my friends
In the night alone yes I do SOB. 🐖🐖🐖🐖🐷🐽

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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