Rex Tyler's Poetry Blog

Being on hand to explain things
Animals farmed to be killed
Loved for a moment
Then murdered
blood spilled
A passport from birth
Through to death, sadly so
Patted, not kicked
There’s our way to do it
Open the gates all on show

A mother raped hard on the rape rack
Bull semen thrust into her
A pregnancy suffered
Mothers they suffer
As soon as it’s born
Just concur
Taken away kidnapped
The mother she’s pining of course
A sensitive being at source

Abused by the farming community
Fattened up
margins are tight
The great marketeers good at counting
Profits stagnate under light
The mothers they suffer it’s tougher
Life it’s a hazardous state
Many don’t see the green grass of home
Stuck in some barn
No where to roam

So many sensitive females
Mothers with delicate souls
There’s an absence of empathy for them
An emptiness felt everyday
A vacuous inane confusion
That actually won’t go away
They inhabit this transparent torpor
Stagnating sluggish and slow
No wild herbs reach their gut sadly
Many you see never go

Into the grass where the herbage
The medicines grow there where they
Select their inheritance hourly
Stuck in some barn every day
Rumpus and ruckus on offer
Tyrannical savagery present
Each nihilistic display
Farming a fattening process
Wanting the light of the day

Then it’s their turn
To be slaughtered
Shipped to the transparency
Where female warriors are waiting
Meat eating ladies yes they
Eat organic chickens
And black faced lambs
Two years on wildness
They say

Adds to the wonderful flavour
An extra few months on the green
Breathing the air in the mountains
To me it’s just fucking obscene
Here folk, the killings transparent
Quietly unloaded they be
No prodding no, just pats on the bottom
We are transparent you see

A smile
For the oncoming victim
Lead down the kill line she be
Head off
Tail wagging still
It’s just the nerves
Don’t worry we see
Dead to the world now no feeling
Cut into steaks
For your tea
Bled out and it’s all transparent
It’s Professional work that
You see.

That makes it all feel much better
The warriors are women as well
If it’s pigs very sensitive souls ofcourse they
Show anxiousness given they
May back away
Urinate over each other
And so will have to be washed
It can happen they pay
Great attention to informing
Others around
What’s going down
And such fear can astound
For me I am vegan
For so many years
I have been to to the death camps
And witnessed the tears
The bellowing anger
The strong jealousy
The fearsome distress
That just crucifies me