Its graphic because that is what’s happening out there proceed to vegan/macrobiotic soonest(in your own time)

Flesh pink flesh
a women’s flesh paraded
on the beach
we perceive some beauty
it may be out of reach

for some but it is treated
with a certain thought and fear
move on into the ocean
where the jelly fish appear
they resonate they illustrate
another form of soul
that infiltrates our minds
but takes another role

move on into the factory farm
the greatest murdering place
what happens to our animals
is truly a disgrace
we have left them in these dark holes
for others to destroy
and they have sunk to depths
iniquitous behaviour
they employ

wickedness prevails
this is man made of flesh
whose ugliness now trails
before him and behind him
in a vast sick vacuum he
plays out his vile objections
he’s so discriminatory

vindictive and so violent
to the animal earthlings who
came here to be gentle, to be caring
all life through
they came here with a lesson
to honour and to show
but all we do is torture them
slaughter them in ways
few even know

the wrongfulness is terrible
one sidedness its plain
it almost reaches spitefulness
for no particular gain
lambs their bleating misery
evident, we hear
their cries are really from their hearts
we should love and endear

but all we do is torture
slit their throats and stand
watching each do its dance of death
blood spurting and by our hand
for turning away from what is
egregious terror
dolled out on these sweet souls
by pumped up arrogant hoodlums
clearly really poles

away from animal earthlings
whose temperaments are calm
the guttersnipe reality
of every factory farm
employing groups of nutter’s
the walking dead who will
violate the living
as their precious blood
they spill

cows and calves and sheep and lambs
and pigs the violence grows
chickens geese and ducks
and how the blood now flows
then men so called are covered
and they slit throats all day long
hang the victims by one leg
which of course is also wrong

the weight of one cow
who has served the dairy
for its short life
is tortured often left to cry
to bellow and to die
hardness of heart that’s all the
men working in this place
unmoved by such destruction
of another precious race

merciless intolerant they
scream expletives at
frightened calves prodded
to their deaths
and those that sat
down
because of lameness
were kicked and punched
and smashed
hammered till they bellowed
treated worse than trash

and these are soulful thinking
creatures who grieve, who cry
who think who die
who bore no threat
to us at all
man un kind though he
saw them as an anathema
his inhumanity
so evident
so graphic so awful
to be sure
all of them were victims
in a kind of war

his wrathfulness, his anger
indignant to his core
incensed with ugly growling
embittered and whats more
allowing his own body
to malign angels he sees
he an abomination
he’s like a disease

chained up, fear apparent
victims watch the deaths
of friends who came to join them
knowing that their breaths
would soon be as their comrades
lost in the blood and gore
all the flesh would be torn up
they see it on the floor

and blood and snot and body juices
leak and we can see
the desperation from them
the complete despondency
we feel it those who stare
into the chasm of the dead
humiliated beyond belief
kicking hanging there
screeching,screaming coughing
bleeding its so vile
crushed to death those little chicks
millions of them pile

up the squeaky conveyor
little happy souls they ride along
then down into
the great steel teeth
where nothing does belong
where they are crushed to slurry
each little heart and soul
each little eye ball little lung
this is mass control

the egg board and the dairy
the CAFO and the shop
the supermarket all of them
have a hand and help to chop
every living creature
every doleful face
every rabbit every pigeon
the treatment it is base

its full of consternation
and hopelessness and they
go to their deaths crying
such terror they display
Dolphins cut a’sunder
writhing on the slab
the agony is terrible
fish too even crab
every living creature
that man demands their life
is terrorised and slaughtered
cut up alive, one knife
the same knife they have cut
all day
its terror and its hell
and death there with his sickle
creates that dreadful smell

and of course, flies and maggots
breed in satanic mills
vermin come to offer
the added gnawing chills
have we evolved lets ask ourselves
we know how to kill
create
well that’s another story
may be if you wait

another 1000 years perhaps
man will find a way
but till now
its murder everything
make the mild souls pay
our treacherous behaviour
our vulgarity on show
unshapely and disfigured
as our disgruntlement does grow

our longing for nostalgia
our lamenting at a high
deploring all those awful deaths
and that extended lie
we told ourselves and told the world
we didn’t heed the call
and karma is now raised in all of us
and soon will fall

like the executioners trusted sword
down on us all