Live exports our feelings about it

Imagine the inhumanity
the fear
the loss of life
the chains that clink and clank all day
the weal’s that show our strife

inflicted by the working gangs
who beat us every day
who take out their frustration on us
apparently its their way

those electric prods are awful
the initial pain, of course
then that snake of electricity
that kind of coursing force

around our weakening bodies
it tingles in our head
its vile, its very action
is only violence led

its not like being in the barn
where the energy is great
in the hold its chaos
its no place, that I rate

its close,
no air to speak of
no light, and just no space
we’re all cooped up together
it is one big disgrace

to be here all that motion
of the ship upon the sea
gives us all that sickly feel
its woeful actually

the chains continue clanking
the creak of every roll
we all are swept together
each and every soul

standing in each others poop
experiencing the smell
it really is unpleasant
its as if we’ve gone to hell

storms come when the swell is high
that’s when we get bruised
that’s when our legs get injured
and that’s when we’re refused

water, and we’re parched we are
the humans do not care
they only know about themselves
towards us they are unfair

we’re living breathing
caring sentient souls as well
you leave us clad in darkness
and you take us into Hell

but we need food and water too
or we will lose our power
to stand in positivity
really hour on hour

it takes a lot of doing
mind you we’re practised, we
have suffered in our short lives from man
who frantically

sees, but cannot understand
our predicament at all
he feeds himself
we know that
but fails to hear
our call

again its about profit
its better that we’re starved
better for his margins
but our emotions halved

its really unsustainable
to treat us as they do
to prod us with their electric sticks
and use expletives too

it makes no odds
it makes no sense
but then what do they know
2 legged ass holes, clearly less
sentient and so

we take the stick
we face their rant
we suffer and we see
we’re stuck with all the vileness
and negativity

and our peacefulness just overcomes
our docility is our strength
our love of life and each other
on that we walk a length

live exports are as frightening an
experience for us all
nothing on this earth is worse
unless of course we fall

that can be disastrous
if we cannot get to stand
or another treads upon us
it can all get out of hand

we can then be called a “downer”
that could mean the end
all sorts of funny messages
a “downer” seems to send

so we must act responsibly
our balance to enact
keep our noses clean
and not over react

go to meet our maker
with our heads stuffed full of those
memories that made us what we are
I do suppose