The fear of death is apparently everywhere in the animal kingdom

Human being are intoxicated
on their T-bone steaks
their chops, their mince
and clearly creepy fakes
they are far from HUMANE BEINGS
showing kindness and sympathy
inflicting as little pain as can be
administered
they be
standing in the slaughterhouses
bold as blooming brass
shocking, docking socking
and creating misery
agony its everywhere
a meanness too we feel
they animals are clearly
spooked
and this advesrsity
is commonplace as panic
sets in and they want to run
Your T-bone steak your porterhouse
no no no stun gun
not now the kosher/halal killings
and cut their throat and see
vast blood falls splashing everywhere
oh! yes it has to be
animals have feelings
they don’t want to die
they want graze upon the grass
when the sun is high
they want to feel the summer rain
and the winds upon these face
not a rotten knife that hardly ever washed
and a disgrace
thrust across their being
that sharpness seers their brain
they given half the chance will run
who wants to feel such pain
the slaughter man that’s handing out
the agony per se
the T-bone steak consumer
who looks the other way
whose so bunged up with cholesterol
who colons full of fat
maggots bugs and god knows what
he don’t know where he’s at
its rare and bloody festooned
with garlic and white salt
lots of creamy butter
and cancer’s the result