Its just like a plague
\nA malady where
\nCertain youths of today
\nBreed on despair
\nThe thorns in our flesh
\nPure virulence we
\nCould pass in the street
\nBaneful and free<\/p>\n
Baby a bulldog
\nWho lived in Redcar
\nFor some unknown reason
\nTook shock and took scar
\nHer co owners stupor
\nAnd dark lethargy
\nGot hold of her one day
\nTheir cowardice ran free<\/p>\n
Baby was friendly
\nAnd loving for she
\nWas really responsive
\nShe just loved to be
\nLoved don’t we all?
\nHer emotions were high
\nShe was never hot headed
\nAll the more reason why<\/p>\n
When they got her
\nAnd picked her up
\nOver their head
\nAnd threw her to the bottom of the stairs
\nIt was said
\nHead butted her stamped on her
\nRepeatedly
\nAnd recorded it all
\nAs she, earnestly<\/p>\n
Took all the beating
\nAnd suffered so
\nBoth were unconscious
\nAnd unconcerned we know
\nSpiritless yobs
\nCallous and wrong
\nOn this earth
\nWith such angels
\nThey didn’t belong<\/p>\n
Baby was suffering
\nbaby called out
\nSo bruised and battered
\nWe are in no doubt
\nThey kept up the pressure
\nTheir victim she was
\nShe was a bitch
\nAnd that was because<\/p>\n
They could do this
\nAnd she well she never bit back
\nShe took all they dolled out
\nAll of their flack
\nAll of the bruises
\nAll of the pain
\nShe endured it
\nHer weariness was her gain<\/p>\n
For days she was suffering
\nMentally low
\nDown in the dumps
\nSuffering so
\nThe joy of living
\nDrained fast away
\nDespite her grievance
\nShe still had to pay<\/p>\n
And her vile attackers
\nWent on with each day
\nNobody else knew
\nShe seemed okay
\nHer heart it was broken
\nFilled with remorse
\nDisillusioned to hell
\nAnd lamenting of course<\/p>\n
Her unhappiness surfaced
\nHer spirits were low
\nShe was defeated
\nAnd those feelings did grow
\nShe was fearful and jaundiced
\nCould she get away
\nShe languished alone
\nAt the end of each day<\/p>\n
She wailed in her heart
\nShe sobbed and she sighed
\nDoleful and mournful
\nHow they may have lied
\nTo themselves how they looked at her
\nEveryday
\nAmused by her plight
\nThe ugly array<\/p>\n
They were clumsy and hideous
\nEach was a blot
\nVillainous creeps
\nShe wished they would rot
\nThey were coarse they were vulgar
\nAnd they were rough
\nAnd within a few months
\nBaby had had enough<\/p>\n
And her back legs gave out
\nAll affection was lost
\nDespair had set in
\nOh how it had cost
\nSo much in her heart
\nSo much in her soul
\nIll- omened and desperate
\nShe lost all control<\/p>\n
She was taken away
\nTo a vet and was killed
\nA quick injection
\nNo blood was spilled
\nThe rotters were tragically
\nAll she could see
\nAs she drifted away
\nTo uncertainty<\/p>\n
Then two years passed
\nAnd one of the boys
\nDropped the evidence outside
\nIt was found and their joys
\nBrought to ahead
\nWhen the RSPCA
\nKnocked on their door
\nAnd to them did say<\/p>\n
The shit hit the fan
\nIt came back with a jolt
\nBaby how she
\nBecame their insult
\nThe video was watched
\nAnd grown men they cried
\nIt was all on film
\nAnd no one had denied<\/p>\n
Her fear you could feel it
\nSuch trepidation
\nA war of nerves
\nUpon such creation
\nHer valour her gameness
\nHer brave faced despair
\nAs they took control of her
\nThey were so unaware<\/p>\n
Passionless rooted to vileness
\nAnd they
\nShowed their dislike
\nIn the most abject way
\nShe was just a dog
\nA plaything to whack
\nA bloody nobody
\nRight for the sack<\/p>\n
They broke that baby
\nWith utter disdain
\nBut she did not submit to them
\nShe took their pain
\nTheir hubris and arrogance
\nShe took it all
\nAll the hostility
\nWhich does appal<\/p>\n
Anyone watching
\nTheir Psychopathic jaunt
\nA cruel vendetta
\nHow they did taunt
\nAn angel in fact
\nAnd they couldn’t hear
\nHer cries and her sobs
\nAnd outpouring of fear<\/p>\n
They were to locked up
\nIn dealing their shit
\nDrunk on her agony
\nThey hardly fit
\nTo be associated with angels
\nFor they
\nwere just utter low life
\nMaking her pay<\/p>\n
And now they are charged
\nAnd What did they get
\nThey are not being banged up
\nFor some reason let
\nOut to be free as a bird
\nMore or less
\nWhen baby had died
\nOf significant stress<\/p>\n
The court clearly lacking
\nThe strength for to do
\nBang them up for years
\nJust let them stew
\nIn a soup of their juices
\nTheir spiteful regard
\nBut they are out to
\nWalk about
\nThough a little hard<\/p>\n
Anubis is out there
\nRaring to go
\nAlso a punisher
\nOut in the flow
\nLiving this down
\nThese two men now will find
\nIt coming back often
\nWithin their mind<\/p>\n
They may lack all conscience
\nBut Baby went through
\nA wrong all along
\nAnd Anubis will chew
\nOne day on their bollocks
\nOne day they will be
\nAlone on the street
\nAnd thats when they will be<\/p>\n
Reminded of baby
\nJust how she felt
\nAs she drifted to the Rainbow Bridge
\nAs the angels knelt
\nSharing her suffering
\nFeel each whack
\nOf that fateful night
\nAnd that dreadful attack<\/p>\n
Of all the attacks on animals this one will remain in hearts and minds forever <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Its just like a plague A malady where Certain youths of today Breed on despair The thorns in our flesh Pure virulence we Could pass in the street Baneful and free Baby a bulldog Who lived in Redcar For some … Continue reading