what the future holds for the animals and those who consume them

Lilac robots
aprons blue
cut up bodies
yes they do
day in day out
masked outlaws
featherless chickens
and no applause

corporate profits
escape oh! dear
sucked into
the machine
to fear
churned to a pulp
no time to squeal
they’re consigned
to be someone’s meal

lilac robots similarly
on the line too
actually
chopped up
like the birds downstairs
who had no time to
say their prayers

butcher women
stare inside
where tears are falling
hard to hide
cows upon the carousel
milked by robots
from man hell

automatons the corporate breed
behind their walnut desks
they bleed
internally
their tumours growing
listening to the sick
cows lowing
as piglets suckle
never knowing
sows that buckle
in their crates
man’s invention
plates and plates

of salty crackling
the intention
burn their hairs off
in suspension
China shows us how its done
its animals are on the run

its people in the superstore
scatter like mice on the floor
packs of sausages and CQ10
we’re getting fatter
and then when

we get fatter
they do too
we’re all part
of that corporate zoo