Whose hogging the limelight here

It is what it is
a mad house of lust
a vehemence vile
and bound to disgust
dismembering really
a bloodbath of sorts
a nightmare you’d banish
from all of your thoughts

the porcine tribe are by
nature sublime
to treat them in this way
is no pantomime
its is sheer pandemonium
blood everywhere
the stark reality
of being there

but it is what it shouldn’t be
earthlings who care
whose thoughts have considerable
weight
and aware
of exactly what’s happening
so what we see
is the so called condemned
getting killed painfully

each has the blood of each other
and we
see that blood on the men with their
knives how they be
able to stand there
chastising them all
this is a massacre
no one could call

and the slaughterer
stands in prominence he
splattered with blood
for us all to now see
they wriggle they writhe
as he slices them through
a villain, a devil incarnate
to do

what he’s doing takes
sadism to a level not seen
a sad good-for-nothing
the merest machine
soulless suggesting
iniquity reigns
viciousness, amoral
sin-laden chains

hang from their bodies
heavy and grave
unpardonable acts
on the innocent brave
unspotted and guileless
playfully so
principled characters
this is no show

to share with the saintly
its damnation and sin
its pure schadenfreude
for none now can win
the battle nigh over
the victims they roll
lost in the carnage
consigned to a hole

in the ground in some field
near some path far away
where nobody knows
and thus no one can pay
any respects to the fallen
today
they died in a melee of complete
disarray

wilfully malicious
sexually induced
from their psychotic fervour
it must be deduced
there’s no rhyme or reason
to act in this way
other than gratuitous violence
to pay
so high a price in torment and pain
drives anyone witnessing it,
quite insane