ZheJiang
\nis no holiday destination
\nits worse than hell on earth
\nthere cannot be
\na worse place
\nfor the canine tribe to go to
\nprobably in all of history<\/p>\n
its where a manlike breed
\nexist and torture
\ndogs for meat and fur
\nnow everyday
\nif you tried to imagine the
\nworst things that could happen
\nyou would never realise
\nthe price they pay<\/p>\n
taken off the streets
\nand pressed into cages
\nsome cages are so small
\nthey cannot move
\nand there they stay
\ntheir big eyes
\ngrowing smaller
\ntheir big hearts
\nbreaking a little
\neveryday<\/p>\n
man’s best friend
\nthats what men say about them
\ntheir loyalty is
\nsomething to admire
\nlike every living sentient
\non this planet
\nbeing tortured
\nreally it is dire<\/p>\n
they love life
\nevery bit of life
\nwherever
\nin the city
\nin the countryside
\neven as a stray
\nwandering away
\nlife is life
\nwhich cannot be denied<\/p>\n
but holed up in these cages
\ntransported on those trucks
\nthrown about like
\nsacks of earth
\nsold for a few bucks
\nthe limbs are shattered
\noften when they’re tipped upon the floor
\ntheir cries though shrill are clearly
\nsomething to ignore<\/p>\n
stacked up in the hot sun
\nto fry in their own lard
\nsome so close together
\nlike sardines. its so hard
\nto realise the passion
\nfor life that they once knew
\nlamenting, fretting earnestly
\nnot knowing what to do<\/p>\n
the sins of man are evident
\nthe callousness is here
\nthe violence and the loathing
\nits offensive to the ear
\nits baneful to the eyes that see
\nthe vindictiveness of it all
\nits abhorrent to believers
\nwatching these souls crawl<\/p>\n
about in utter misery
\ntheir eyes lost worlds away
\nclearly they are hearing sounds
\nof others, the dismay
\nthe wretchedness the evils
\nthe murmurings of those
\nalready waiting for the end
\nas time goes by they pose<\/p>\n
in so called slaughterhouses
\nbut hovels I’d describe
\nfilthy wretched hell holes
\nwhere devils might imbibe
\ncages of live canines
\nall around the place
\nwatching as their friends
\nand families
\nsuffer the disgrace<\/p>\n
ripped out of their cages
\nand smacked about the head
\njust a second of unconsciousness
\nto receive more ugly dread
\npummelled into oblivion
\nby a boot or cudgel, they
\nare stabbed through
\nwith a rusty blade
\nand still can feel the way<\/p>\n
their blood takes a few minutes
\ntheir eyes still peer ahead
\nwhilst their hearts are pumping
\nthe adrenaline is led
\nand still these man like creatures
\nare murdering away
\nare tormenting unrelenting
\nin the suffering of each day<\/p>\n
as other dogs bear witness
\nthey watch as others die
\nthey must be just beside themselves
\nknowing that its high
\ntime for them and slaughter
\nis horrible and near
\na frightful end is on the cards
\nimagine all that fear<\/p>\n
lets put ourselves in their cage
\nlets be a dog for now
\nlets look into the abyss
\nand truthfully lets bow
\ndown before the man freaks
\nlets watch them as they stare
\nlets see their ugly bloodied fingers
\nfor they do not care<\/p>\n
they look at us and hurt us
\nthey stare at us and stab
\nthey are the sickly monsters
\nprobably someone’s dad
\nsome child kissed that this morning
\nthat frightful monstrous face
\nthat goes back home each evening
\none of the human race<\/p>\n
I find it hard to imagine
\nthat the sickly nasty shit
\nhas a wife and any family
\nfor in truth he makes me spit
\nvomit just to think this cretin
\ncould live close to me
\nand smile perhaps out on the street
\njust someone I might see<\/p>\n
who in this dark enclosure
\nbecomes depravity
\nwho treats sweet dogs
\nlike they are already dead
\nif you ask me<\/p>\n
anyone who can do this
\nmust never sleep again
\nto close one’s eyes
\nand realise
\nthey provide
\nnow so much pain<\/p>\n
to the loyal
\nand to the innocent
\nthat they spurn and they condemn
\nits nausea apparent
\nand from the bowels they stem
\nthe hatred of the being
\nthe humiliation we
\nfeel with all our spirit
\nour defeat ingloriously<\/p>\n
stretched down to the knuckles
\nand up into the clouds
\nthe canine spirit buckles
\nas the curling bloodied shrouds
\nenvelop us completely
\nas our senses drift away
\nits pain and utter torture
\nthat ends our final day<\/p>\n
boiled alive that feeling
\nof being in one’s soup
\nthe pain is really awful
\nyou want to loop the loop
\ntasting what is you yourself
\nbefore life leaves your frame
\nimagining the ghastly ones
\nwho probably will claim<\/p>\n
how wonderfully rewarding
\nit was to sup and sigh
\nto chew upon your body parts
\nand suck a living eye
\nthat still might glimpse
\na tonsil on its journey to beyond
\ninto the digestive depths
\nthat vile and brackish pond<\/p>\n
to be a dog in China
\nis to be always in fear
\nfor being picked up by the gangs
\nand perhaps ending here
\nin the darkest hole there have ever been
\nwhere depravity is seen
\nin the bloodied mucus ridden rooms
\nof the obvious obscene<\/p>\n
to come and view the remnants
\nto smell the ugly scent
\nis to vomit and to reach a point
\nwhere no one is content
\nto walk on rancid innards
\nstreaked with blood and snot
\nteach one to realise
\nthat when ready for the pot<\/p>\n
the unclean hands of the slaughterers
\nare something to abhor
\ntheir stench is vile and gory
\nits strikes terror to the core
\nall of us are victims
\nall of us we know
\nare as down trodden as we thought we were
\nat the rainbow bridge we know<\/p>\n
there’s another world to come to
\nwhen the human world says we
\nmust leave it and so many are now leaving
\nconstantly
\n10 million dogs are now slaughtered
\nin China for their meat
\nand of course your so called faux fur
\nso that china can compete<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
ZheJiang is no holiday destination its worse than hell on earth there cannot be a worse place for the canine tribe to go to probably in all of history its where a manlike breed exist and torture dogs for meat … Continue reading