I recall the barbarity of not so long ago.
When traps referred to as 'jaws of death'
were set. Non-discriminatory they closed
with asonishing speed
on limbs both front and rear.
Inescapeable and in terrible pain foxes
in particular, chewed off the captured
limb to survive. Yet this most cruel of
procedures was sanctioned
by State and Federal governments
of both persuasions.
And in the pubs you'd hear the red-necks
skite about how many they had trapped,
in order to collect five bob for each pelt.
Addendeunm:
Five bob - five shillings.
Recollections of barbarity are always interesting as is your poem. I do admire your ability to tell is as it was and is - brutaly honest thus the wrong that is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Uncompromising, down to earth poetry that speaks to animal lovers and humanists alike. Wasn't it Gandhi who said 'The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be measured by the way in which its animals are treated'? Your belligerent poetic pacifism doesn't pull its punches. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥