Lambs mutton kebabs a journey that ended in death ( Live exports from Australia to the Middle East)

Anyone from Kebabs?
you see them every day
glistening with fat and grease
the agony they say
can be felt, consuming but
let me elucidate
I was a lamb in Australia
which was good and sometimes great

the sky was often blue
the sun was often hot
I had a lot of grass to eat
and some wild stuff too, I got
so life was pretty happy
until one day we saw
this massive 16 wheeler
parked out by the door

this was a vile expression
promising true hell
and sure enough the lot of us
we knew only too well
a journey was beginning
Freemantle probably
through the bush to Frio
to the black swans and the sea

where would we be heading
the Arab States may be
a chance to taste the ocean
and the pyramids for free
the truck was full to brimming
hundreds of us went
we hadn’t any water
so we were being sent

abroad it seemed
which was ominous
no water and no food
crushed together, moving
the whole thing just felt crude
the truck did stop a few times
but we were kept inside
a blazing sun created an oven
they denied

us any liquid, sadly
and we felt faint as hell
they certainly dealt us one sad hand
and we began to smell
we got to Frio early
it was cooler than before
but we were feeling as sick as dogs
which I’d never felt before

I mean we all could hardly walk
down into the hold
and it was stiflingly hot down there
and it smelled like something old
musty dusty foreign unlike anything before
they crammed us in there really tight
there was dried blood on the floor

so many of us in there we just couldnt lay
so where ever we were going we’d be standing
all the way
the crossing it was awful we got bruised and thrown about
we all felt sick
our bowels were loose
the fear factor no doubt

we were forced to lick some fluid from the floor
we had to, we
would otherwise have perished
on that journey on the sea
arriving at our port of call
men in white blankets stood
around, all chatting on the docks
some wore a white hood

they were not like Australians
what were they going to do
as we were walked off of the ship
they grabbed us
yes a new
experience of course it was
but fearful just the same
I was grabbed and manhandled
and my heart it did inflame

I was tossed into a car boot
full of tools and gear
I could hardly fit inside
which truly raised the fear
then I was locked inside this hole
the boot was rammed down tight
and the car sped off down dusty roads
and I was still with fright

eventually we stopped and the boot
was opened and
sunlight filled my waking eyes
and I soon could understand
a sharp knife I just saw it
as they slashed me to my root
in front of giggling children
on the pavement yes this brute
I was lifted up and killed
though I never saw the pyramids
just my blood, that was spilled

well I would be a kebab
on that spit I’d end
all the fat and grease
and fly blown maggots
they would send
a message to the human un kind
who came by to choose
some pita bread and slices
that few men could refuse
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