Piglets in Argentina

Argentina hold your Sodding hands up
A knife, an arse and piglets everywhere
A blood bath
And the wrath
Of MOCCUS
Coming in one sweep
The murderers who spread their lust
Will one day be forced to weep

For these are tiny babies
Struggling to be
Part of life hereafter
And they die so painfully
Thrown off trucks to bounce on floors
Picked up and slit into
Bleeding out without a doubt
In such agony a few wiggle like the clappers
In a frenzy to escape
Writhing in each others blood
Grotesque each little shape
Pushing out its intestines
In the agony of death
Whilst these monsters perform cut and thrust
And deny them of their breath
They kick the scream they whimper
Shaking bodily until
The obvious is realty
And their guts they fully spill

And these were little babies
Not long from their mama
Who in that twinkling shine brightly
Their mothers little star
They would have been so cared for
But man un kind took hold
Stole them and bloody well murdered them
And every way defiled