A spell in Pig Hell

Posted on October 14, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Pig hell we see it
The guards all in blue
They toss little babies about
All bruised too
Imagine just born
Split up from your mum
And being manhandled
Until limbs are numb
Torture it’s there
We can feel every knock
Every thrust the disgust
Lives really in hock
To the ignorant farmers
Whose arrogant ways
Whose spitefulness sadly
Ugly displays
Of basic indiscipline
And wilful neglect
Disdain and scorn
No one to inspect
Such utter contempt
So worthless they be
Spurned spat upon
Treated disastrously

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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