We must wake up to reality, and soon

We have to stop
and think
the meat we order and we eat
was a living breathing thinking caring
soul
which does unseat
so many
who now witness, the torture and the death
the evil and the resentment
and how we deny them breath

the killing fields are all around us
everywhere we go
the restaurants we pass by each day
the hotels so much woe
exists before our eyes if we would only use them well
instead we walk about half blind
and those souls consign to hell

they themselves are innocent
life for them is sure
its paramount its what they need
its what they are living for
creation gave that actual spark to them too
and what we
do is decide to end there’s
with our vile complacency

we have eyes and we have ears
and we have hearts
but what we do
is sit down on our asses
and read the long menu
knowing in our very soul
that to order any meat
will mean another has to die
and others will mistreat

them for profit hurls itself
into the corporate pot
everyone is out for money
every sectors got
a wish to so compete
and by so doing multiply
the numbers of farm animals
who therefore have to die

they are young and healthy
no sickness in their soul
we are the sickly specimens
and the assassins role
falls squarely on our shoulders
but we resent that and
we allocate procedures
and it therefore leaves our hand
and someone else takes charge of it
behind closed doors where we
can carry on our ignorant lives
in perpetuity

and those creatures great and small
we sang about those years
all things bright and beautiful
who shared the same dark fears
now locked behind the great steel door
we are where the sun shines
they are in the dark
in some awful slaughterhouse
or waiting in strict lines

we are out of tune
with what is true reality
we are numbed beyond belief
and so depravity
clouds our true perception
its lost in all that woe
in all that blood and mayhem
and the clamour that does grow

the need for corporate profit
at the expense of those
who have become commodities
not something that they chose
they were and are sweet entities
with thoughts to love and care
but have entered the corporate
mind set
which leads onto despair

there is no valley deep enough
to hide in once they are there
for they are doomed to violent death
and torture which we share
we sit back on our laurels
we listen to those who
are torturing and earning
from the perceived ones
who we screw

and screw we do, we hurt them
we make them suffer so
whether its somebody elses pet
or farm animals we know
whether its a horse
that grazes on some common ground
or a snake that slides and slithers
almost without a sound

for us we order meat
we need meat to give us power
the strength we go to many a length
we do so on the hour
we torture and we murder
in the name of those we need
to see the back of when it suits
and then we watch them bleed

we know they suffer terribly
we’ve seen and heard their cries
no animals that have life
if healthy ever dies
unless we pull the chain on them
unless we give the nod
unless we order meat to eat
when they then meet their god

and somehow we can overcome that torment
we arranged
the animal earthling suffers
as we are more deranged
as we are blocked inside ourselves with the fear
they took into
the slaughterhouse
the adrenaline and the combined sin
on view

it was there as well we knew it
all that blood and gore
that a short time before was a living soul
wondering what for
why they had to be transported
like sardines in some can
why they had to be so tortured
by the so called higher man

higher thats debatable
laughable in many ways
how cruel man un kind has become
he still cries when he pays
but most of the time
the earthlings are paying through the nose
anal electrocution
and the the threats thrust into
prose

some will use their hands to close
off the reality
some will cover their ears
the cries then cannot be
heard above the clamour
of those victims on the chains
beaten slashed and their brains bashed
for our ill gotten gains

we have to wake up and be counted
we have to see those who
go before us to the house of slaughter
and who do
our penance as we look away
and ignorantly smile
telling ourselves we need their flesh
however fucking vile

it is or seems to be our only course of
action now
we’ve been so brainwashed by the meat trade
who profit from the how
who orchestrate the killings
the maiming’s and the pain
because they are so selfish and so greedy
and they drain

everything we had possessed
within us that was good
our understanding of what’s right
and really what we should
be doing for the animals
and our dietary needs
till the corporate monsters
took control
and all of this then feeds
into what is the melting pot
the gruel is bubbling hot
where all of us then suffer
as our souls then have been shot

away from true humility
of loving and of care
we saw the cows in pastures green
but now such sights are rare
incarceration in the concentration camps
where woe
is seen as very normal
its the way it has to go

but now its gone too bloody far
torture is their thing
and everyone is suffering
you can hear that rumbling
animals are slaughtered
in their millions everyday
to feed the growing sicko’s
that with their bodies pay

the methane rises into
the clouds and onwards to
the ozone layer climates
are taking quite a screw
our rivers are polluted
the soil itself is stripped
die off now is everywhere
mortality has ripped

great holes in humanity
sickness clouds those who
partake of all this murder
as the clueless mostly do
they have joined the great meat eating
clan
and bought into what they do
themselves up to such scrutiny
from diseases that accrue

vast clouds of viral frighteners
descend on us and we
hear the propaganda
and rapidly we be
fearful of outpourings
we’re under the thumb of those
who would see as mere fodder
and those numbers it seems grows

larger by the second
more and more now die
the poor see grains fed to the animal earthlings
who rely
on so much of those precious yields
which were destined for the poor
who starve now in their millions
whilst the animals eat more

we have to wake up
all of us
we have to see those signs
we have to hear those cries abroad
and wander down the lines
the killing fields are everywhere
the graves of those who die
are within our own bodies
in our chyme the vanquished lie

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