Bloody film makers
its all celluloid
the box office
bums on seats
whose overjoyed?
the Hobbit
the money
the bullshit, it flies
and what of the
earthlings
another horse dies
and look at its injuries
I feel, its pain
was nobody caring?
was its life in vain
who paid it
nobody
subjecting it too
such cruelty Hobbit
what is it we do
to horses
why is it
for bums on the seat, say
they go to the movies
of course and they pay
but what of the injured
its not make up here
its real bloody gashes
and the horse felt much fear
it dies just like we do
and nobody cares
nobody sees it
nobody shares
the big shot director
what does he do
how does he suffer
does he know
does he spew
his gut up
regretting
animals have died
its his bloody film
and its viewed far and wide
I, boycotted the film
I, wouldn’t go
I heard their were injuries
and the lists did grow
respect for the innocent
the voiceless was scant
there they are on the ground
trying to pant
trying to live, a few seconds more
but losing the fight
and feeling so sore
My bum on those seats
never again
the earthlings die slowly
and its all in vain