A pig farm in Ireland (unsure of who grunts loudest the farmers or the pigs)

Its true we are pigs
and we are earthlings too
we had tremendous affection
for you
we like to be clean
it is not what we do
to sleep in our toilets
we’re sensitive too
clearly it makes no damn
sense
not to be
clean, and of course
that’s when we are happy

but your brand of husbandry
shocks us to bits
we lay on wet concrete
and everyone shits
and we have to lay in it
this putrid hell
nobody cleans up
and the dreadful smell

its acrid its awful
its frightful
and we
can’t stand it
but sadly
it just seems to me
we are left in this hole
just forgotten about
little lost souls
that really want out

sensitive we are
this filth that we’re in
its not of our making
it gets under our skin
with the maggots that crawl
and burrow and chew
we are now being eaten alive
what to do?

there is no where to hide
we are huddled together
prolapses ruptures tumours
and whether
we’re unable to walk
or in terrible pain
nobody notices
its just insane

a complete lack of care
understanding no where
an emotional state
where in fact we all wait
for death with his sickle
to come by and say
your time is up pig
today is your day

sunlight and shade
and a forest of green
are out there, out yonder
for here stuck between
me and the bars
are two dead pigs
they are
being eaten, we’re hungry
its a permanent scar

on this generation
for that’s not what we do
but you drive us to it
its our contact with you
neglect and a cruelty no one dare see
locked up and left
will no one agree?

where we live in Ireland
just over the sea
close to Great Britain
that’s where we be
but we could be in Africa
for all they care
abused and refused
even to have fresh air

our water is filthy
our food full of mold
there are rats in the pens
and at night its so cold
its wet and its dirty
and we are all sick
and our so called carers
my god they are thick

they have no idea
how to keep us alive
they abuse us like crazy
honest they drive
all of us mad
we are all with such woe
we don’t know what to do
and there’s no where to go

its not in our nature
to fight
but a few
of us want to escape
we just have to
just want to see the fresh
light of day
and hopefully smell
some clean sweet fresh hay.