We are warned its graphic
we had better listen
we are human beings
why do our eyes glisten
from all the bloody tears
that just pour out of us when., we
hear those unbelievable squeals
that just go right through me
Harlin farm
its no farm
its a evil concentration camp
ghouls for guards
that sickens bards
the torture how they clearly ramp
up the terror and the wicked nature
of the treatment here
this is violence
this is madness
this is abject fear
the goons for they are never men
what women would lay by their side
stinking of the blood of ravaged animals
many now have died
or should I say been beaten down
smashed with pick axes and left
to kick away and scream the day
finally bereft
of sanity
these nasty dirty filthy creeps who slink
and roll
screaming their expletives
murdering each tiny soul
snipping teeth and tearing testes
off the tiny piglets who
have to suffer this vile stuff
yes of course they do
and some want chops and some want ham
and some want apple sauce and spam
some of you you heartless sods
go and kneel down to your gods
read your bibles sing your hymns
and tell your kids
the great sun dims
as now so many piglets die
beaten torn and snatched from high
torn a’sunder by the grim
faced farmer yes you got it him
a fucking retard
wields his axe
hits the pigs
such vile attacks
watch them squeal hear them die
watch them kick and watch them cry
This camp is a grotesque place
no man on earth should show his face
again who witnesses this vile act
and doesn’t jump to, and react
its murder of the vilest kind
some of you now must be blind
deaf and dumb if you would dare
to eat the roast pork from anywhere
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.