We treat them
as commodities
soulless
unfeeling things
many of us call them that
imagine what that brings
in favours, from our farmers
for these animal earthlings, who
have souls
have minds
have feelings
and feel pain
the way you do
imagine pulling off your nails
stripping them off, its like
a bloody old jap torture
or pushing some damn
spike
down your nails
imagine it
it brings tears to your eyes
so imagine being de horned
by one of those old rough guys
who wedges you inside
some crate and bloody well grabs
your tail
then burns your horns
straight off your head
and ignores you when you wail
when you cry your bloody
heart out
and what do you think they do
kick you up the arse I expect
and wonder why you are blue
sticking pokers up your bum
how do you think that feels
no cover just a wooden stick
and what all this reveals
labels stapled to your head
branding on your back
ulcers they are agony
cry and you’ll get a whack!
its not that you can’t feel the pain
its the, insensitive sods
so far up their own arses
and go on about, their gods
when they do not know of empathy
its left them long ago
letting farmers torture
baby animals
we know
its happening but we choose
to turn our heads away
let them carry on the treatment
let the earthlings pay
we’re good at reading bibles
we’re good at saying, we
understand how animals feel
tortured mercillessly
we thrust them into cages
we shock them
with our sticks
we dock their tails
we cut their teeth
pull off their balls
our fix
and do it without painkillers
or medication too
and if it does go septic
we don’t care, we just do
we watch our costs
we watch our margin
the corporates they sqeeze
us over price now
till we squeak
the commodity now please
they can take the hit here
they never kick a fuss
push a pitch fork up their arse
squeeze their wounds of pus
they never show their feelings
why would they? when what we
do is prove we’re insensitive
its pointless actually
and so ofcourse they take it
our frustration is their woe
our so called lack of margins
means the torture trail does grow
gestation crates and terror
kicking docking cracking
and all the while these bastards
seems to get tremendous backing
from the butchers from the TV chefs
the supermarkets too
the great consumers of their flesh
and their eggs and butter crew
the swallowers of all the milk
that is stolen from their calves
who are cut down in their millions
for we dont’ do things by halves
few think about the animals
the terror that they feel
the torture that is day and night
till they become your meal
and then of course the way
they die
kosher or halal they
have their throats cut
and bleed out
yea thats the chosen way
heaven thats a man made place
Hell another sin
karma well its coming
excuses are wearing thin
those who choose to do it
those that look away
those that eat the flesh and blood
and those who do not say
they are going to get it
they are going to feel
all that bloody torture
is coming back and real
the vegans well they knew it
the promises were there
they are the ones who have acted
but the others just beware