Dead flesh eating employs monsters
A trade of awful pain
Carried out by licensed creeps
Who ceremoniously drain
The life force from the angels
Who watch days after day
Their Angel wings dismantled
in a vile and distant way.
Dead flesh eating employs monsters
A trade of awful pain
Carried out by licensed creeps
Who ceremoniously drain
The life force from the angels
Who watch days after day
Their Angel wings dismantled
in a vile and distant way.
Rare trophy hunters
Trace and test the time we surely need
To seek out and identify
Within them so much greed
Animals suffer pain as we do
The bullet or the bow
For The animals strategically
Are always in the know
I feel somewhat hurt
i got no alert
my equipment probably
was not up to scratch
or from the wrong batch
thats how it feels to me
Burnham’s at the Cobra meet
chin wagging all day
sound the alarmTo the very calm
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The Elk thank goodness repaid the hunter
An awful karmic debt
Shot in fact the day before
Though the bowman did elect
To find the injured animal
And kill it with his now
But the animal charged that rotter
And killed him as we know
The agony of dying
All night it must have cried
Reaching to its god of gods
Hunting trophies
Call them what they are
Murdered animal body parts
Cruel and viciously slaughtered them
Ambushed probably tortured definitely
For displaying on some wall
ghoulish evil huntsman
who just break every rule
France bans their import from now on
Lucy is bored to death she is
Stuck in a cell all day
She has a big heart
As for the zoo
They hand out
So much dismay
She has a big soul
She has a good brain
Born wild and daily she cries
Elephants are social beings
Don’t listen to the zoo’s lies.
Rough fences thorns and coarse feed
can cause infections to
erupt we see the abscesses
developing they do
And are often lanced by operatives
not vets, it all ok
pus squirts blooming everywhere
no antiseptic spray
prolonged pain and antibiotics
For Vets I very dear
an assortment if anti biotics
For the milking cows
eighty per cent go to animals
who seldom cast a tear
Labourers come surgeons
Bursting the abscesses
Pus shooting out
This is what meat
Is all about cruelty cruelty
Imagine the pain
And what is the deceit
We are as a Nation murdering and killing
the Rhino’s for their so called horns
too many poachers willing
to go out in the wilds and catch and murder Rhino’s
and
get involved with TCM I can’t understand
the arrogance and the ignorance
keratin the same
quality as everybody’s hair and nails
To blameThe Rhino and establish a medicine that’s YANG
its really not a medicinal cure
poachers should hang
The Chinese TCM brigade
Should own up to it all
stop this rhino carnage
NOW and FORE EVER
Feeding on lichen snd grass
a beautiful Yak Ambled passed
hunted to extinction
apparently so
retreating it seems
To high levels of snow
appearing dishevelled
to those from below
The intensity of the evening
the soft blush,
every nuance
the alabaster houses
in the golden light
Hollywood resplendent
holding kind of cadmium shadows
embroidered onto linen
pursuant to the night
behold the wondrous mountains
lets contemplate the obvious
seen from dear Awelfa
whose peacefulness is mine
A stillness leaves the bushes
each stalk a revelation
so peaceful and so gentle
luxuriance beyond
exhibiting a spectacle
Of which tonight I am fond
Disrespecting the female
That is how I feel
Hoisting her up by a backlog it’s torture for real
What about the farmer
If we did that to him
Stressed not blessed with empathy
In fact wholly grim
Meat eaters know how they are raised
With abject cruelty
Still they eat dead flesh and say
No matter how it be
I eat meat and bacon sausages as well
Chicken wings and duck breasts
For me it’s never hell
That is why we eat meat
We know it’s cruelty
Eggs and milk and leather
Vegans constantly
Tell us
and we take no notice
In many ways it’s good to hear
A tracking man was very clear
He was into the Buffalo
The wildest brute you can ever know
Asher Watkins he was brave
He didn’t realise just how grave
It was to frighten and upset
A wild soul who would never let
Him get his way with such a Beast
the Hunter was killed
in an only say
the karmic he was forced to pay
Fireworks in August
A brilliant idea
The countryside stutters
The fire risks are clear
How enormously stupid
Councils have become
The risk to our wild life
And we still possess some
No one remembers
who was lost in the embers
The frightening cackle
no helping the yelping
Remorse from the source
How is this helping
Eighty percent of the antibiotics
Given to animals every day
Imagine what that does
for us
when we are sick
the height of absurdity
which one dare we pick
Ancestral wolves were shot and killed
Whole packs lost for good
Now we are reintroducing them
Because we know we should
Trophy hunters will be out there
You just wait and see
The wolves the howls the miracle
Is how it ought to be
Clearly a lack of intelligence
A mental retard here
Gives the impression of happiness
Really of course utter fear
Kidnap a crime of the century
Tactlessness that we can feel
An incompetent farmer
Moronic more so
That sweet little soul will be murdered
Yes Off to the death house we go
8 million innocent angels
And all fine with consummate ease
Lives stolen hearts broken
No trouble no sweat a big tease
Stealth and concealment prevailing
I’ll treat maltreat and violate
Spitefulness wickedness We
Lunatic murderers screwballs infact
The height of absurdity
The environment of water reeds
Miniature jungles where
all manner of wild life
live and play
build their nests and share
a truly great revival
where Reed Warblers
now nest
having flown in here
from Africa
suspended on test
a truly wonderful feathered nest
lined with feathers she
the female
working overtime
a single egg
might be
possibly hatching
what we often see
is a cuckoo chick developing
a feathered adversary
Who will get rid of the mothers Chick
though blind it somehow knows
to Chuck the Warblers egg out
for otherwise it would pose
a problem for the cuckoo.
Architectural sanctuaries
On an industrial scale
creating dams extraordinary
they work at night
and sail
through it all amazingly
creating ponds now where
bird life, pond life, flying insects
with their work load
they share
voles and toads
and grass snakes
all find fortune there
a really exciting countryside
where so many become aware.
Hollywood basks
in the Saturday sun
out through the bushes
where Nature has spun
innumerable leaves
and tall arching stems
across Dolgellau
So many Welsh gems
The ancient dark stones
shine from a bygone
age
the mountain serenely
so does engage
the heart and the mind
in a myriad view
the heathers bright pigments
Their form bursting through
Over weight passengers
Too many sadly
Climbing steep gradients
Just feeling badly
That donkeys are made
To carry on high
Struggling torture
No word of a lie
compassionless fatties
they pay the same fare
the poor donkeys struggle
gasping for air
Chafing their legs
in the beating sun
fatties perspire too
and think that it’s fun
Male chicks will never be
Egg layers actually
That’s their end game
One two three
Finn the chute of adversity
Crushed by the teeth made into goo
Or stuffed in a bag
Suffocation it’s true
Selfish scum bag farmers
Sell the milk to those
Supermarkets and dairies
Who think they have a nose
For managing a mother
And her baby who
Can be shipped off to the slaughterhouse
Which is what they skyways do
Cruelty and torture
Money in the till
A mother cries deep in her gut
And her baby they will kill
Dramatic music to go with death
A cow oh yes devoid of breath
Actually youthful but folks like you
Want sausage and mash and a beef stew
So this poor mother raped and bashed
Given birth yes she’s been trashed
By all and sundry hoisted high
We want her flesh for our beef pie
We want her skin for our new shoes
We want her offal we want her dues
Look at her being cut up fast
Her footprint now is in the past
Out there in the great big world
exists the murdering breed
Mimicking kindness and thoughtfulness
where vegans can succeed
producing so called cruel free food
from the plant based sphere
we the given philosophy
far away from fear
that was associated with
the killings every day
the torture of the inevitable
all along the way
massive corporations
slaughterhouses who
worked in sheds of torture
pretending to be true
side by side with companies
Who were vegan through and through
making plant based foodstuffs
And pursuing kindness too
then the corporates murdered
in dairy and in death
making out they sell plant based
attacking the breath
of the would be wholly
vegan through and through
but not picked up in the market
and it might be you
vegans eating sausages burgers and some more
made by a huge slaughterhouse chain
that daily goes to war
with animals
vast profits and delving into care
taking the so called vegans for fools
yes folks out there
supported by the supermarket
who maintain their margins high
they are not dealing with vegans
and ignorance is high
call it by some veggie name
whilst murdering as well
vegans buying into it
leaving a bad smell
Poke and pride
That’s the way
Stand in line
Todays the day
We lift you up
We slice your throat
We smell the blood
A thing of note
For dead flesh eaters
You are the reason
Innocents die
Whatever season
Weird noises
Frightening sounds