A Scorcher Of Torture

Do you have your eyes open
To lost sheep needing a pen,
As through the ages of time -
Expressed in so much rhyme -
They have wandered aimlessly
To avoid tyrant's hostility -
A butcher can be a gangster
Being a master of disaster.

Are you humane in your taste,
With little or none of waste,
Then look up and show apt face
To our being down a disgrace.
Mother Nature lives forever -
She'd appreciate kind nurture.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.