From womb to tomb a reason to consider veganism as an option

I count myself lucky
That I became vegan
The process for me, inhumane
To kill creatures before
they would naturally die
Was to me close to being insane.

To breed them to grow fast
but die even sooner was something
I just could’t see
And to introduce genes
from beings so distant
I tell you,it just sickened me

It Was far far beyond what my brain
could consider
I knew rocket science for me
was far in the distance
for I was still moved by
the innocent flower
and the bee

Then the big super hyper stores
opened their doors huge sheds
stock piled with so much
and the years passed and they became
bigger than giants
and the public just seemed
to lose touch.

With reality
for these great buyers
exerted immense pressure on
Farmers, and most of the poor ones,
and all of the small ones
are gone

So now its the Factory Farmers,
With their great concentration of Death
The vastness of life
embedded with strife
each creature
fighting for breath

With workers reduced
to camp soldiers
whose spirit
was vulnerable too
A few weeks of this
and it broke them
and their spineless desires
came on through

Many used torture and evil
And the creatures were set upon by
These great mindless hordes
with low wages and swords
humiliation, but why?

God doesn’t know why
We all went down this road
But the banksters were in it,
and they
Talked of scale, margins, profits, stakeholders you name it
and we all did pay

But the animals
they got the butt end
the consumers
they paid highly too
The workers they sufferred
some anguish for certain
and became
an unhappy crew.

What could the sheds do
to make this all happen
Cows out in fields, no! no way!
Grass fed, wild plants fed, never again
The sun on their backs
Not Today.

What would they eat then
its got to be measured,
its got to be cheap,
its a cost
with the sheds telling farmers
the price
they must charge,
corners were cut
ethics tossed

In the bin far away,
in the darkness
where the render
becomes a good feed
Same species ground up,
disease ridden souls
feathers and hair
yes indeed

Blood snot and shit
even urine
ground up and dried
no one knew
mixed up with pellets
of plastic
and euthanized cats
yes a few

and euthanized dogs
even more of them came
road kills and horses
and more of the same
and dirt, rocks and sand,
wood chip and leads
Maggots and mold
and perhaps rotten seeds

mixed altogether
with colour and flour
And this is the food
that the creatures devour
a cow ruminates
with its stomach digests
herbage no more
So humanity rests

its case
then comes worst still
the antibiotics,
the wormers,the hormones
the endocrine otics
drugs, and vast residues,
pestices all
mixed into the feed
which is bound to appal

Mad cow disease
came along, and it went
Shock waves they entered us
all not content
with the evil, that caused
they continue to feed
their profit based science
until it did lead

To a fresh holocaust
via the animals they
Suffer the torment
the evil they pay
a terrible price
that God granted them life
agonised living
right up till the knife

Slit their throats
for Halal and the great Kosher Law
Now takes its toll
all their blood and their gore
Is torn from their poor
ravaged bodies and you
The carnivore people
what do you do?

You can’t wait to eat them
all dressed up and sold
under pink lights
and on plastic trays bold
sold by the great sheds
with their specifications
billions spent
with parasitic relations

the great advertisers
who sell you the dream
when in fact
its a nightmare
that just makes
me scream

Every poor little chick
ground to dust in the pile
Every battery chicken
its life on a dial
Every pig, every lamb,
every calf, every one
Kept in the darkness
away from the sun

From the rain
from fresh air
from the eyes of us all
if we ventured to see
we’d be sick up their wall
The animal earthlings
are rendered insane
From the shit that spews
out of the great human brain

the depth of disgust
over leather and fur
and the use we all make-
and there’s seldom a stir
Nobody hears
their cries in the night
being stripped of their skins
being boiled till their white

The plight of the animals
earthlings alas
comes back to the carnivores
dying enmasse
of the awesome diseases,
the agony felt
by the mother beside her young baby
she’s knelt

now for days watching
her babe trying to fight
for the right to breathe air
and see the same light
But the food that she ate
with the soul in her womb
alas was nutrition
straight out of the tomb.

inspired by a post tonight by my good friend
Christian Raymond