Hatred you can feel it
\nCut it with a knife
\nThe aura of aversion
\nAnd, ending of life
\nWhich the Chinese call
\nA festival
\nA Summer Solstice meal
\nLychees and dead dog flesh
\nThats what they reveal<\/p>\n
Thousands of stolen
\nDogs and street dogs
\nAre caught
\nBundled into cages
\nHostility is sought
\nScowling operatives
\nButchery
\nWrath and fear
\nAll feel
\nGrowling wailing pining
\nTheir lamentation real<\/p>\n
Cussedness and bitchiness
\nStingy selfish sods
\nWith all the worst intentions
\nClearly think they are gods
\nAble to take sweet lives away
\nAs painfully as they can
\nMaking their excuses
\nBefore they reach the pan<\/p>\n
Torturing the living
\nTenderises meat
\nBurning them and harming
\nThem
\nIts when you get the treat
\nThat everyone is after
\nA healing tonic too
\nEat with the sweet lychees
\nThe whole bowl good for you<\/p>\n
Yulin is a horrid place
\nA festival to where
\nOnly evil hearted folk
\nWould, ever go there
\nMany dogs are rabid
\nFrom living in the street
\nOn scraps and of course carrion
\nThey just eat any meat<\/p>\n
Flyblown full of maggots
\nExcrements as well
\nDrugged up experimentation
\nEven them they sell
\nThe brutality behind closed doors
\nIll-wishing and ill-willed
\nDisobliging tyrannical
\nThe saddest thing blood spilled<\/p>\n
In place to protect the innocent
\nAnd innocent they be
\nThey might have been somebodys pet
\nStolen horribly
\nOne minute being cuddled
\nThe next kicked to the floor
\nBeaten burnt and tortured
\nReally more and more<\/p>\n
Yulin is a evil place
\nThe festival of sin
\nWhere wrongdoers and villains go
\nAnd you can hear the din
\nBehind the doors
\nThe killing floors
\nThe butchery the blood
\nThe mucus and the awful screams
\nAnd each dreadful thud<\/p>\n
As bodies are thrown everywhere
\nChopped in boiling vats
\nEverywhere is rotten
\nThe places filled with rats
\nRoaches comes to rumble
\nIts unfitting and its wrong
\nIn this present day and age
\nThis shit hole cannot belong<\/p>\n
And we hear the animals are often starved
\nBefore
\nAnd then their mouths forced open
\nAnd the hosepipe and some more
\nWater fills their bodies up
\nMore weight so to say
\nThey then get off the butchers
\nSold by weight a con all day<\/p>\n
No honour among these traders
\nAll out to make a killing
\nThey would sell their mother
\nFor an extra shilling
\nThrow in a three legged dog
\nSmothered in mange and fleas
\nCook the whole lot in a pot
\nAnd Serve with sweet lychees<\/p>\n
The contempt for diners
\nWhose judgement is at odds
\nWho come to eat such scant respect
\nWhere are all their Gods
\nWhere are all their souls and hearts
\nWhat gives them the right
\nTo torture and to eat dead dogs
\nThat just exude pure light<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hatred you can feel it Cut it with a knife The aura of aversion And, ending of life Which the Chinese call A festival A Summer Solstice meal Lychees and dead dog flesh Thats what they reveal Thousands of stolen … Continue reading