“Ginger”

Ginger could have been

a lump of protoplasm, he

happened to be a Beagle/Maltese cross

and  tragically

a dog

one of the loyal brigade

a hardy little soul

created by a higher force

to play a higher role

a spiced up little critter

with intelligence to match

at 1 day old they fed him drugs

honest it was no catch

the vile  white coated terrorists

who hang about inside

the laboratories of Florida

there in the darkness hide

the vile vivisectionists

that overstep all rights

that violate and arrogate

and put out all the lights

that bring a soul to glory

the relentlessness of man

who takes an innocent being

and puts him in some can

trapped  within the confines

of a shell like cage of sin

a baby in so many words

infected with the spin

of some coin in some arses hand

to induce a sick regime

glycogen storage

and all of that

its no wonder angels scream

Anubis we must call him forth

back from those years before

to growl and howl a stretch a jowl

to drag up from his core

blood spitting and gut wrenching sounds

that split men’s eardrums wide

that crawl into the mechanism

where maggots might just hide

artificial enlargement of the liver

this they cause

and kidney complications

and seizures that can pause

any sort of spirit

but not the malediction

the remorseless ruthless

ribald, vulgar

some would say is fiction

but it is never fiction

it happens and it did

and “Ginger got the message

when they lifted is lid

they have the worse intentions

a spitefulness and gall

all sorts of terrible experiments

carried out by each fool

who takes the scalpel

and the many tools that they all use

to cut and tear and hammer

and generally abuse

ill wishing is their motive

their prescription  never good

with the ferocity of a savage

they are never understood

with a wickedness of after thought

as revengeful as can be

as vindictive as the day is long

so dehumanized you see

Ginger suffered terribly

at the hands of these vile sorts

Anubis must protect this soul

whose always in the thoughts

of those of us who try our best

to free the captured few

who find themselves in laboratories

looking back at you

Ginger was a victim

and his retribution must

rumble in the bowels

and ripple in the dust

retaliative I do feel

for all that soul went through

for medicine or some such thing

is what they are supposed to do

They are a pitiless bunch of psychopaths

intolerant and  they

are callous in so many ways

and there’s little else to say

humiliation we can see it

and cut it with a knife

and this young baby was experimented upon

until they took his life

a life of utter torture

shaved and cut about

and never with any pain killers

so an utter ugly rout

a meanness and a contemptible

regard for those who are

stolen from their habitat

and then shipped from afar

“Ginger” was a Beagle/Maltese cross

and hardly he

had one week off to grow some hair

before he came to see

the tissue that was left behind

to gather maggots for

this is what they are good at

those inside the law

those outside the perimeter

the white coat terrorists who

can do all sorts to all sorts of souls

and get off scot free and  they do

all sorts of complex procedures

with no anaesthetic used

it is an assassination

they are being abused

terribly and daily

no time to recover they

are beaten and surgically cut about

and how with pain they pay

born so into slavery

lost to human kind

into what is a concentration camp

where outriders seem blind

Ginger died a horrible death

and was cut up right away

and thrown into the incinerator

that is how they play

the game destroy the evidence

the body and the parts

the organs ‘and the ugliness

that breaks the sweetest hearts

all done under license

so the arrogance survives

these medical marauders

they take so many lives

inducing in them terror

its our error to proclaim

to give these men of violence

the rules of that sick game

Ginger died in agony

relentless his ordeal

and the bastards they call

professors they feel nothing at all

they are  masochistic infidels

who should be treated to

the experience that Ginger and the other

souls go through

Anubis I call you to come

and writhe among these sods

let their feel necrosis

created by these gods

and  rot in hell each one them

for they are sicker than

anything they fell into

from the gutter to the pan

most ungodly pan