Bacon (if only you realised)

The concrete the cruelty
the inhuman behaviour
conditions that really
no soul anywhere
should suffer its tougher
than we could imagine
every day of their lives
locked into our despair

in their own shit they lay
with great swollen Blue Bottles
sunk into their skin
laying eggs in their fat
the sow cannot move
in their crates they are crazy
hell is their being
that is where they are at

Australia this is a farm
we have come to
the stench takes one’s breath away
and you just choke
nothing is like this
how can we do this
they live in one spot
in their urine they soak

a pig is much cleaner
than humans but we do
this to them how they get by
I don’t know
its all about margins and saving
on overheads
treated like machines
so the profit can grow

GIRGARRE is the place
and if I had a say
I would clear out the pigs
and destroy it today
humanity stands at the cross roads
of power
and pukes in a pot
those who live in the now

can see the bare floors
not a whisper of straw
the piglets fall into the rails
you’d adore
these sweet little mites
minus tails that were chopped
off with out painkillers
nothing is stopped

tails everywhere just there
on the floor
testicles ripped off
teeth snipped all this gore
this agony done on babies
the pain
and its happening now
and time and again

do you fancy your spare ribs
a slice of cool ham
maybe some bacon
from out of the pram
these babies already
covered in flies
and up to their eyes
in shit
who is wise?

The farmers
the torturers
the slaughterhouse men
you the consumers
you tell me when
you are going to wake up
and see what some do
to the food that you eat
all I am saying is true

they should be out in the sun
in the field
free as a bird
not left like some turd
up to the eyes in shit
that’s not the way
to look after them
just make them bloody well pay

for being alive
if that’s what this is
they must pray to be slaughtered
for this is the biz
there just cannot be
a worse place anywhere
supporting these hell holes
proves you do not care

where your food is now coming from
and how they treat
the animals that will end
up as your meat
on your plate with your chips
with your ketchup and all
came out of purgatory
it did haul

itself just about into one
filthy truck
and was taken abroad
or someone did chuck
it forcefully onto
what was instant Hell
and some blighter
cut its throat
oh god that smell!

its under our finger nails
its in our hair
its stuck up my nose
it just gets everywhere
the smell of death
the last looks from those eyes
as they watch their blood spurt
its not the big surprise

they twitch as they hang there
their butcher in sight
smothered in blood
snot and mucus, he’s right
in the mix and we see
and can smell all the guts
and the offal its awful
and then he just cuts

bits off and chucks them
into a bin
bloodied and maggoty
this place of sin
call it a slaughterhouse
how can it be
if people could see this
they would think seriously

about what they ate
what they put inside them
its squalid its vile
and from this it does stem
bacon it has to be
cleaned up and washed
and soaked in a cocktail
nitrite is the key

it is deadly poisonous
but small amounts
are used to bring down
bacteria counts
add to the flavour
retain the hue
a fine shade of pink
that’s what they do