The Pig ( what we do to them and how they feel about it)

Pigs are truly affable kinds of creatures
they pick up things well, and are caring too
they are not dirty as some would
have you believe
its just they have no sweat glands
unlike you
and they need to smear mud on them
for that negates the sun’s rays
and protects them, with no hands
of course they have a problem
but they manage
along with chimps and dolphins
they are bright
so to treat them as we do
we really shouldn’t
some understanding I think would be right

CAFO’s are no place for the
great Porcine tribe
who root about in forests that is where
they operate not tiny little areas
unforgiving concrete floors
that cause despair
as for sows to put them in
Gestation crates
only man whose bloody unkind could think
of putting a sow that has to flop into
a concrete cage
and stay there over 3 months
that’s a blooming age
lying as they do on solid concrete
with 5 to 8 young babies being made
this is pure creation in the making
and packing them so tightly
does downgrade
their true and clear requirement
for a profit motivation
its arrogance, there will be no
accolade

farmers you are sick that is reality
you pack these rows of sows into your shed
you care not for the stresses of the mother
everything you do is profit led
the accountants and the managers
know nothing
how the pig feels
what it goes through, they
are only into profit and to margin
the pain its in
it doesn’t come into play

in fact its even more cruel
than you imagine
6feet 6 by2 feet that the size
270 kilo’s and she’s growing
once in there
well she has to realise
she defecates and some of it
falls in the trap
but some she has to lay on
how would you
feel about shitting in your bedroom
I can tell that is not what
pigs will do
they always have a dumper
far away from where they eat
and there its like our sort of WC
so making them shit and lay in it
is taking things too far
its an airline seat
the experience will scar

some get heads or limbs
stuck in the bars, you know
and they get kicked or left
one cannot say
few are helped its
you can bloody now stay there
so they kick them when they pass
that is the way
each pregnancy lasts 3 month 3 weeks
3 days and just before the birth
they are moved to
a farrowing crate which is a little bigger
and there they do give birth
their souls can view
in most sheds we see 100 rows each of 20 sows
its sort of like a production line
more than 2000 hours
of dire and dismal torture
unable to turn around
unable to stand so
laying heavy on the concrete floor
they slowly grow
I just cannot imagine
how the pigs can be
what they must think of humans
it really just beats me
how truly bloody minded
the farming crowd can be
subjecting them to what is
truly abject cruelty

and then to take the new born
away we know of course
the space they are in is so small
nobody can force
a sow with perhaps 8 babies
in a crate that won’t hold 4
of course the sow may crush them
one turn one scratch what more

I’d like to take an accountant
pinstripe suit and all
and shove him in a gestation crate
let him have a ball
let him shit where he eats
and where he sleeps and let him see
the profit made is nothing
short of the inhumanity

the babies are then taken
the pig she knows they’re gone
she carried them for 15 weeks
she gave birth upon
and now her little charges
are tortured once again
castrated with out painkillers
teeth clipped and tails again
pulled off
by some crazy whose threshold
probably
he would scream the house down
if you tried to stir his tea

then its back to babies
the poor sow has to be
back inside the gestation crate
and the cycle she can see
twice a year for 3 years
and when she’s feeling spent
from all this bloody torture
when she feels content

to rest a while
she gets the nod
its pork chops and swags
they need
not some ghastly fat old sow
who costs a lot to feed
and so she’s marched into a some truck
and shipped with all the rest
down into the death camp
her spirit it will test

prodded kicked and shouted at
she knows what to expect
man un kind is never kind
and he’s never circumspect
all he ever cares about
is money just money
and we now as a nation
are part of this travesty

now they don’t get
stunned at all
its hooked up, and the slice
a bloody knife across one’s throat
no it isn’t nice
to realise that blood fall
is your blood rich and red
and as you watch it tumble down
you feel as good as dead

so weak your eyes glaze over
as your memories begin to fade
the pain is dull and you feel rough
then of course you are laid
down into the hot tub
boiling water will
remove the hairs now on your back
if there are any still

eyes closed its all over
life was indeed Hell
the pain the torture
the evil the piss the shit the smell
the scabs the flies the prolapse
the kicks the prods it all
over thank you goddess
I beg you do not call

me ever to come back again
for what you did to me
was turn my 4 years into
something it should never be
a vile, concentration camp
where filth and shit and flies
and consumers that have poor intellect
that’s what I surmise

or are a bunch of idiots
heartless torpid souls
they go along to the superstore
leaving their sad holes
and buy bits of dismembered me
with all the angst and pain
the adrenaline and hormones
and the maggots from the drain