Animals Australia the film with the singing earthlings

A song for the
Factory farming souls
the sows and the chickens
the piglets
their roles
to touch the hearts
of the farmer man
of the supermarkets
who of course plan
to make big margins
and win the sale
to pull of the testicles
of any male
and pull off the tails
and brand the skin
and imprison the babes
in those crates of sin
somewhere a place
far from the camera’s view
where the farming fraternity
try to do
their best to make
profit on commodities
each has a heart
they’re the oddities
treated so roughly
and slaughtered so soon
most don’t have wings
to fly over the moon
they must die
in their own pee
having found Hell
in the wrong key

(Don’t get me wrong all publicity is good publicity
but is it for the animals or for the industries that’s my
problem here, sentimentality doesn’t save lives not in the long terms)