Category Archives: Gestation crates

Faces of live export

Posted on September 25, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Live exports Dead shippers The agony here The farmers who caused this Thicko’s it’s clear The pain borne by animals Thrown in the hold Squashed by each other And riddled with fear

Posted in Abandonment, Africa, Animal rape, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, ARROGANCE AND DIEOFFS, Australia and the epic journeys, breast milk, Breathing and pollution, Buffalo, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, camela, Criminality, Dairy farmers criminals, Death and Dying, Desecration, Disrespect of female animals, Duty of care was never there, Environmental Poems, Farming, Food Processing, Gestation crates, Lambs and Sheep, Piglets suckling, Pigs, Retards of the first order | Leave a comment

So called family farms

Posted on July 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

People think family farms Are places where Animals are respected and cared for That share Thoughtfulness little do they know For sure Carnivore farmers can be cruel I abhor Places that sell meat and eggs and the rest

Posted in A likely story, A not my king story, Dairy farmers criminals, Farming, Feelings, furs and the fur industry, Gestation crates, Glyphosate, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts), Infanticide | Leave a comment

If you eat pork your time is shorter than you think

Posted on March 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Look at these piglets In their death stupor they With their hearts giving problems They try to run away A pitiful sight For all carers to see And for vegans of course it’s True agony

Posted in Abandonment, activism, Animal rape, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, Baby talk, Breathing and pollution, Captivity, Duty of care was never there, Farming, Gestation crates, Infanticide, Piglets suckling, Pigs, Torture | Leave a comment

Gestation and a mother pig

Posted on December 19, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The gestation crate Abominably created but never humane A female in her pregnancy Her poor heart they inflame Utterly objectionable Depravity and sin A mother steeped in honest loving She can never win Poor pig tragic soul

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, Appliances, Business Management, Emotional Poems, Freedom and what's happening to it, Gestation crates, Humanity is a shithouse, Patriarchal arrogance makes for danger, Pigs, Self mutilation and arrogance, SLAVERY, Sows and Boars, The greatest disease of all arrogance coupled with the ignorance of life | Leave a comment