Loaded just like cargo
many of us we
All have hearts and souls and thoughts
as where we need to be
manhandled into trailers
The stench of death us near
start the engines
we fall about
we all know that the fear
is rampant in our being
tossed from side to side
travelling to the slaughterhouse
no it’s not denied
the stench of death
is prevalent
the sky above was blue
soon the gates will open
and the machinery will ensue
noises blood and the death cries
of others in front they be
victims of the meat trade
that inhumanity
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.