Too Harsh for Feature Length

They produced and wrote a film about a boy and his dog,
In the end the dog would die, thanks to a thankless hit and run,
The audience was intended to be enraged, because after that before the credits rolled,
They would club baby seals for no particular reason,
Silence would permeate about the viewership, and on home video people would always  stop it before the travesty,
In the court of popular opinion, the grand jury would convene, and they would order the book be thrown at all involved,
The actors would be sued, and the writer would be hanged,
And the director would be shot, and the producer would be shamed,
Good Christian mother's would not remember their good Christian martyr,
And nothing would make any sense, as Hollywood serialized the misery of the living human beings,
It's a shame the movie is banned in over thirty countries,
But that's not bad in the grand scheme of things, and I hear the terrorist watch in hell,
The way of the world will be okay,
But the footage should never have been shown,
And the mass grave the tossed the film reels in will be doused in gasoline,
And when the match is thrown the explosion will kill all the nearby trees,
And the squirrels will fall down dead in the spots that they stand.
Seek some refuge if you can,
Tomorrow this all begins again.