Piglets anonymous

Guilty of profounder thought
Than the executioners who
Treat them like dead beings
Within a torture zoo
A farm a truck a holding pen
Observe their fear and pain
Piglets rich in innocence
From them there was much to gain
Yet we murdered them
And some eat them
But never I

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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