Robert James Luther
is about to spend
20 long years
no one could defend
this vicious nasty
two cats he shot
cut off their heads
his dastardly plot
to mail them to neighbours
a sick routine
an obnoxious monster
a nasty obscene
vile individual
preparing to be
locked up one hope
and let’s bur the key
in the ocean. 🐈⬛🐈🐈⬛
A glass and a half in every bar
Not much chocolate but then we are
Lied to regularly
Dairies do
Take mothers milk
Yea it’s true
The poor calf dies
The mother too
It’s fearful what
We actually do
And is tortured and made to stress
Weakened in a way
Of adding glyphosate to feed
And weakening each day
The actual glycine levels
This ugly evil it
Threatens all and sundry
Inconsiderate tourists
That’s what many are
Such callousness
Really it’s far
Deeper than they think
Such severity
Riding on camels
Is acerbity
Cold blooded and heartless
That’s what I know
Don’t ride on animals
Wherever you go ♎️🐪🐫
The Scant respect of tax payers
such indignity will be
a slap in the face for sure
such a controversy
moving hordes of young men
into a village scene
Amongst women and children
it’s contemptible and mean
it lacks all understanding
It smacks of the big machine
ignorance and arrogance
contempt scorn and disdain
the people they have every right
to rebel for it is insane
its dangerous and it’s risky
children and women should
Be given due protection
The invasion really could
be halted turning them around
And that’s for our nations good.
fir sure
The western end of the black country
Stourbridge that’s the place
has taken quite a battering
fire came at a pace
all these idiot barbecues
where land is fiercely dry
Sparks are clearly obvious
and pets so many die
houses burned a lot of people
living there took heed
some lost almost everything
for arrogance does lead
others to lose everything
the heatwave took its toll
families lost their everything
Karmic debt
Clearly the farm
But for consumers too
There is lots of harm
Stealth for wealth
The dairy shout
Females face the hourly rout
We see
Yet we do not feel
Apparently
Our mind
Is not focused on freedom
On how we have opined
Perhaps the very secret
Of being just an ape
Fish out of water
What is it they do
They struggle to breathe
A bit like me or you
Pulled out of the ocean
Waving farewell
To our lovers perchance
Just to enter the Hell
Of the captor
Imagine
Waving goodbye
With one’s bodily fluids
It’s easy to blame
The Far Eastern crimes
But what of our own
How should we disown
The horrid dismay
The killings each day
Of baby lambs baby pigs
Baby cows they
Innocent beings
We know that
Whom play
Quietly together
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
n
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
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
