Category Archives: Pigs

The hog is no dog

I cry inside my gut each night That snorting sound they make Being gassed such evil The meat trade how they take Away our jungle freedoms Our precious family who Suffer for our innocence Which is what we do The … Continue reading

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Us Pigs

Don’t ever call us dirty It’s not a name we know We rest we sleep we like to build Bests it tests Our output and our yield We dump a bit like you In toilets we judge far We root … Continue reading

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In the gas chambers

Highly Social that’s us Family is our thing We really love our mothers For all that they can bring The fact that you love bacon Packed with nitrites and Cancer isn’t far away We just don’t understand Why you gas … Continue reading

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Pigs are getting the treatment

Free range pigs imagine that rooting on the ground metal bins positioned where the dead are found   Piled high the blue bottles in heaven so to say some babies shot in the head for being sick they pay watch … Continue reading

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Inside the slaughterhouse

Unborn piglets in their mother She is being gassed Her throat slit From ear to ear Cruelty amassed The viciousness of slaughter men The principal expresses Evil on a massive scale

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Pigs nest builders and do not dump where they eat

Oh yes that they do In a forest glade Clean living creatures On them is laid Words like dirty When they are clean They eat at their table They view as Obscene to eat where they dump Like some humans … Continue reading

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Pig farmers act like controllers

Pigs are made worse by the farmers who farm They do not have sweat glands and see it as harm To dump where they eat but farmers believe The impression is pigs suffer and to achieve A profit based life … Continue reading

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Pigs

Clearly all are indisposed On a bed of pain Neglected every single hour Angst ridden the strain Is evident poor darlings Maltreated as we see Downtrodden and victimised Tormented obviously whereabouts are the carers no where to be seen Some … Continue reading

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Congenital tremors amongst piglets

Congenital tremor From blunt force trauma Carried out on piglets who Are weaker than the litter sizes This is what they do Bash their heads against the floor They shake their legs and try to run In reality all that … Continue reading

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Whose calling who a runt?

The more I see this The more I know Babies have that amazing glow Beaten blue By the farming trade And nobody then comes to their aid Watch them shake Watching them die I am a man And sadly I … Continue reading

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Public enemy number piglet one

Imagine it little babies All bursting with life Murdered in the pig sty Treated with such strife Beaten bashed and treated Like footballs on the floor Literally neglecting them More and more and more Bashing their brains out Crippling Nasty … Continue reading

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Even a piglet gets a sore head sometimes

A tiny pig they call a runt Smaller than some Yes they grunt Being aware food is less On their own under stress Picked on by the farmhands who Toss them down hard onto The walkway smash their heads Most … Continue reading

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A pig being prepared

Can you hear the the true heartbreak   a nightmare that’s waking affliction and distress   ululation that’s breaking eternal damnation wretched despair boiling hot water poured everywhere   to the great depths of misery hearing it’s cry an unravelling … Continue reading

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Transportation of pigs to slaughterhouse

Imprisoned en route to the slaughterhouse Pork on your fork so to say To the meat eating miserly people Who are so good at taking away Animals rights to existence To thoughts and to family So they Can fill their … Continue reading

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Pigs

Hyper ventilation thats how  pigs now die loaded into a cage and dropped they fall out of the sky downwards  into the gas thats going to kill them one by one imagine now  how all that feels as their lives … Continue reading

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Burying pigs alive on top of each other

Marc Pieterse   African swine fever China suffers so Vietnam and Cambodia are also in the know Burying the living covering them in lime Which neutralises pathogens What a sadistic crime Viruses abominable It’s about disease control These perpetrators clearly … Continue reading

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Suffering like no other

Pigs why do they suffer The torture every day They possess a heart that aches like hell And are tortured in every way Punching squeezing hurting their ears That’s Until they bleed Prisoners of consciousness Suffering indeed.

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To be or not to be a piglet

Little innocent piglets Thinking of their mother Imagine for a moment in time There is nothing other Than true love of their mother Who has sweated through it all Watching her babies murdered Against the filthy wall Bloodied shaking broken … Continue reading

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The full force

He shows her his knife He touches her for she Is going to be killed It’s plain now to see He kind of smirking She feels the pain Death be the outcome Her life is in vain Taunting her we … Continue reading

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Piglet

Oh good I am a baby pig With teeth and a curly tail I was born inside a gestation crate In a dirty gaol The farmer is my dentist And my surgeon too He uses pliers to chip my teeth … Continue reading

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A child

It’s atrocious to be holding a baby in our arms Beautifully transparent Just so many charms Brilliantly possessing A heavenly attitude Alert to every heartbeat Evidence pursued A piglet rich on innocence A tiny testimony Proven credibility A child can … Continue reading

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Pig HELL

A satanic stifling space A purpose made latrine Filth is everywhere It really is obscene Hot and hugely sweaty With no sweat glands at All A diabolic imprisonment That only can appal.

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Mothers and their babies

It says the whole world Now fails to see What the meat trade has done To animals, we Forget to see mothers And children When we polish off bacon and spare ribs And be Failing the family Encouraging pain Mother … Continue reading

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Eating bacon

Extending the life of dead flesh Murdered flesh as well Tortured flesh all its short lives That alone is Hell Nitrites nitrates sulphur All sorts of chemical crap Carcinogenic offal That around your organs  wrap

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A pigs eye view on life

I really think I am handsome More so than a sausage Bacon or some spare ribs scratchings and what’s more I have a brain a heart and skin I play out in the yard I am really rather clever And … Continue reading

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Pigs in turmoil thanks to the meat trade

Imagine being imprisoned Not guilty of any crime It’s pig farmers and the meat trade Who in fact never climb Out of hell inscrutably Consign the angels too A filthy extreme environment For that is what they do In hot … Continue reading

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Pig ignorant farming

Sticks and prods all weaponry Abusing pigs just constantly Causing wounds and sores of course Supposedly farmers at the source Untrained mobsters causing pain Violence over and again No respect they show no care The meat trade on show everywhere

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It’s the farmers that are ignorant

She was never a criminal Never did wrong Stripped of her freedom She couldn’t belong To a forest or wood Down by the waterfall No caged in coldness Locked up as a rule

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No sweat glands to speak of

Pinkies pricked Sweating hard No sweat glands to speak of Every soul scarred With torture and upset And hatred and pain The pigs have a hard time Again and again.

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What it does to a sow to be locked up

They love to root about of course In The wild forests where It’s a hogs main dreamscape In the wind and rain they share All the smells of the countryside But locked in farrowing crates Which is what farmers do … Continue reading

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