Free hearts animals sanctuary and his final date with the Pigs

Bundled into huge great wagons
Do you know how that feels?
we are thinking caring loving souls
well it reveals
a hatred in our tender hearts
its picked up from the way
you humans treat us,and hurt us
and make all of us pay

inside this truck, this hell hole
of your making
we are crammed
each time the driver makes a move
all of us are slammed
bruised and lacerated
the forces out there, we
are subject to his vagaries
which clearly we can’t see

through those slatted windows
our various eyes do peer
and the other day
a tender soul came by
to help, it was clear
they were real sweet humans
who stroked us and who spoke
a gentle voice when they had the choice
in our urine yes we soak

we smelled we stunk
we were dirty
our faces lost in grime
but this soul didn’t show concern
just love and all the time
real love and affection
despite our sordid state
that little bit of contact
really it felt great

we all stand here knowing
now only too well
hell is soon to be
stopping for this moment
we were fortunate to see
the calibre of human
that really clearly cares
that shows us
real compassion
and an answer to our prayers

we’re sad and we’re lamenting
at the state we are all in
we each cry an ocean
with excuses wearing thin
we cannot really realise
why humans have become
so awful and so heartless
and spiritually so numb

psychopathic monsters
who cruelly let us know
they torture us as babies
and more so as we grow
at every stage of our short lives
we feel the human wrath
we have to lay in our own shit
and follow your sick path

to slaughter
where we witness
each others sad demise
we go out of this hell hole
and its really no surprise
to have to witness
slaughter
of a sister
or a daughter
to have to bleed inside ourselves
as we then feel the blade and cry
cry out as we realise
that no one hears us die

for you will use
and so abuse
and eat us
eat our rotting meat
sauces creams and fuck knows what
its enough yes to unseat
any of us but your chef’s
the TV diners they proclaim
dominion its your religion
where nobody will share the blame

the vileness that we suffer
the torture that we see
from the ugly rotten cowardly creeps
that had looked after me
all of us are crying
all of us have pain
all of us are dying
and all of it in vain

insanity is everywhere
in this awful place today
so to feel a soft hand
from a soul
who shared in our dismay
who pats us
and who chats with us
and helps us all to see
that not all humans
are rotten to the core
some care, and we

feel such humiliation
our lives so wasted here
the evil that abounds for us
no pity only fear
such panic we were feeling
and the tenderness you gave
the foul air of this wagon
and knowing no one could save

us now we all have had it
we have to go and die
we have to take those final steps
and so we say goodbye
all our hearts are broken
as these final thoughts we share
our lives were a sad token
filled with utter despair