Men in sandals dogs on leads
all 4 of them fighting breeds
the men I mean and the affray
a victim pulled out and it lay
on the roadside so the phase
of introducing these angry souls
to the victim not on a lead
the men however sought controls
frustration surfaces indeed
yanked along and fighting hard
clearly he was a streer dog stray
the victim really cannot guard
and the 4 dogs really make him pay
he’s on the ground their teeth devour
great canines rip the flesh they strip
with all their huge strength and their power
limp the victim lays there
pretending,just to be
dead
and they lose interest
of what is hispurgatory
and the men look on
shout and enjoy
the agony we see
to brutal and vile
to reconcile
where is humanity?
whoever these 4 ass holes are
presumably they will
have wives or girl friends somewhere
who may know of the blood they spill
this is sick, and sinister
its cruel without recourse
how can people do these things
and film it just to force
another dog a sad old stray
to be fodder and to be
twisted tugged and pulled about
in a grotesque symphony
the music of the gutter
the rattle of the street
the cacophony of yob culture
people with bare feet
its clearly somewhere tropical
for its under a hot sun
so whatever goes on there today
the victim needs a gun
the chewing on its sinew
the tugging of its skin
the bruising clearly painful
as some of them just spin
death spirals every which way
on head on neck on trunk
the victim it lays motionless
clearly its heart sunk
to depths it never ever could
imagine it would go
and then half sprinted limping
really just to show
it had gone through
blue murder
to see it rise and run
in the agony of the moment
in full view of the sun
the men pull on their leashes
they not in disguise
clearly lower order trolls
not just any guys
those humans who keep dogs
and let them out to be a stray
must take responsibility
for what we see today
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.