We often call them voiceless
But their voices reach the sky
Wherever they are brutalised
And made to kneel and cry
Tortured their benevolence
And chivalry are high
It’s the villains and despoilers
Dry eyed and unfeeling
Arrogant and ignorant
Though constantly revealing
A responsiveness above all others
Animals you see
Mirror their benevolence
And amiability
Francesco Cerchia my new found friend
A great ring where murder
Takes place we can see
Visit with families where death
Notes
Will free
A bull of it’s life force
Tortured as hell
Multiple stabbings
Which the Spaniards do well
He thinks his filthy hands caressing a shark
Is some how caring
All the while the shark is
Out of the water
It’s preparing for death
This absolute moron
Who arrogantly feels
He know better than nature
His ignorance reveals
So much to the loving eyes
And everyone around
By catch is abominable
And every soul that’s found
Dragged from its existence
By fishermen who think
They are the people
Who should exchanged for these sharks
Every bloody day their torture
Weakens me I have to say
They rape me with their stinking sleeves
And kidnap my baby anyway
Every year the same old torture
Huge great udders and huge great kicks
I am a mother made sick by farmers
Which is why I call them out as pricks
Flooded and forgotten
Just no where to go
Left to meet the torrent
To die here as you know
To fester and to cause disease
Thats all we have to show
Humans are all monsters
A rabid bunch they be
Heartless rotten monsters
Born of depravity
Heads on legs off
Skinned that’s us
What we do to animals
For us it is no fuss
We eat them chop bits off them
We don’t even care
The agony they go through
We will never share
Unless of course we are vegan
Then we find our heart
Our soul we are yes in control
Which we were from the start
Sanitation workers
are noticing at night
that migrants murder cats and sea gulls
its as if delight
is something they are missing
and dismemberment apparently
along with cutting cats in half
Such evidence is dreadfully
out there since the migrants came
they are not hungry because they are fed
well it seems that it’s for pleasure
and that’s confidently said
these people find some pleasure
in torturing animals they, are unrigorous
are finding bits of bodies
which just is not ok
Riding together
On another’s back
In a wheelbarrow
The result of a whack
Bruised I feel helpless
Why must it be
This is how they do it
In the dairy
This bloke kicks them because it’s fun
He just hates them every one
Lacks realisation of just how wise
Pigeons are sees their demise
At his foot goodly insensitively
Just makes that plain for all to Be
Aware of his idiocy
of their frailty so arrogantly
Riding together
On another’s back
In a wheelbarrow
The result of a whack
Bruised I feel helpless
Why must it be
This is how they do it
In the dairy
Blank minded
Inanity
That’s who they are
Mindlessness criminals
Engrossed in a fire
Of resentment and ignorance
Arrogance too
flippant and frivolous
It’s what they do
Torture and chase
The uncaring they
Chase a beautiful stag
and then blow it away
Lets make her lame from rape and kidnap
Giving birth and raped again
Thus a loving caring mother
The dairy industry is insane
Cruelty beyond the pale
Those that imagine a Bovine mother
is whom they should accept milk from
ask yourselves how did you ever believe such a unadulterated lie
We make her lame
from rape and kidnap
Giving birth
and raped again
Thus a loving caring mother
The dairy industry
is insane
Cruelty
beyond the pale
Those that witness
this must fail.
Madhuri is at sanctuary
becoming well again
in the company of others
securing her from pain
and suffering and frustration
where formerly she stayed
they want her and to transfer her
neglectfully it has played
out and if this happens
she will be transferred to die
An uncaring needless untended shed
the thoughtful ask them why
religious and ceremonials
are better placed these days
using mechanical elephants
not the elderly
Peta sees the disregard
neglect will see the end
the cruelty the arrogance
such action we must defend
sanctuary is essential
Madhuri needs it now
returning her to hell on earth
is creating such a row
and all of us must fight for her 🐘
No to Kolhapur Math it will be the death of her
They call themselves huntsmen
A title of sorts
Princes of suffering
Lacking good thoughts
Torturing wild life
Who suffer so
Loathsome ness apparent
And it is on show
Common indecent larceny
Theft another word
A mother raped gave birth
And this exclusive turd
Paid to kidnap a females child
So fools can drink the cream
Promised by god to the little calf
But sold off so it would seem
Anglers they call themselves
With a dangerous hook and line
Often left upon the bank
Which can never be divine
Wild souls ambling later
Attracted by the vile
Trappings left so ignorantly
They ought to be on trial
Catching fish and storing them
In a creel all day
To die of suffocation
That’s the anglers way🐠🐟🐡
Baby camels up against the insensitive human creep
Loaded with repression and hatred
Yes they weep
Inside as they are tortured
A frugality of soul
Beaten to be eaten
Under their control
Anguish angst and evil
Dismay and distrust
Poor little camel baby
Fretting
As am I
Grey skin Giants
whose massive jaws
and colossal teeth
No one ignores
in the hot sun
submerged all day
lazing about
Yes So to say
A dominant Bull
must wait to see
challenges coming
seemingly
to his harem
and all his females
flinging dung
His story pales
into significance
feeding the Croc’s
from Hell
so well
despite the flocks
of vultures
watching
Gone to chicken heaven
Miles and miles away
The driver and the packers
And the slaughter men will say
Chickens they are stupid
And chicks who really cares
Egged on by the farmer
Not included in his prayers🐣🐥🐤🐣🐥🐤🐤🐥🐣
A Mother Moose Must Give Birth… But Her Older Calf Refuses to Leave | 4K… youtu.be/DjyyLsuJkj8?is… via @YouTube
Emotional intelligence
The female has it all
Vivacity and ebullience
A mothers instancy
Mindful of the forest
The trees their bountiful stare
Sensitised and tingling
Wanting so much to share
Her baby with us all
Insensitive to wild life
In a stupor of her own
Unconscious to the sea lion
Obtuse one has to say
She thinks she owns the effing beach
Unseeing in a way
Leave the creature well alone
It’s wild energy
Inciting it to notice her
She falls Upsettingly🦭
Giant Elephant Begs for Help on the Ground | Compassionate Rescuers Figh… youtu.be/fB7UV6VlYx8?is… via @YouTube
Shot or eating wild fruits
Where certain humans earn
Bleeding out in anguish
Angst and real concern
Lying in a mud hole
Sizeable heartaches we
Misery and suffering
Chagrin and wretchedly
Unable to even lift his head
Indisposed distressed
The elephant was being fed
Victimised at best
Abusive manipultation
Use wrongly, misdirect
Desecrate and violate
My friends the pigs
Who wait
Mismanage and mishandle
Missaply and waste
Pigs are beautiful animals
Maltreated and disgraced
WHY?
An arse let’s pass
Let’s ignore his war
With angelic beasts
He injects his gore
With ultimate hatred
Of kingdom come
His needs outshine
What he has done
Innocence lost in a wild insult
Hatred of the innocence
That never did thou wrong
Frazzled feathers now are smoking
Where the angelic don’t belong
Searing heat and hearts a beating
Bleating crowing blowing
Agony personified
Cruelty bestowing🐓
Chickens have an intelligence
Perhaps more than those who
Would hang her in these upside down
Shackles it be true
Ruffians so churlish
Uncharitably
Spiteful really awful
Such vulgarity
Callousness and barbarity
Spitefulness and malignancy
Bad blood and acerbity
A female too such cruelty
Sullen and unkindly
To the innocent the animals
Mercilessly just blindly
Unfriendly and hostile
Evil through and through
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
