Pigs and how some were consigned to Walmart of all people

A blood stained floor
where piglets were bashed
for all they were worth
and left to cry and wiggle
for the operator’s mirth
was had by torturing babies
these senseless creeps not men
not even the meanest monsters
no words no words
and when

we saw a pile of babies
drenched in each others blood
many squeaking caked in mucus
and then kicked
and every thud
went through me
I could feel it
it was jolting
it was sick
it was egregious torture
which just got on my wick

and all the pigs were moaning
this was awful pain
clearly, they couldn’t stand it
it really was insane
such tiny piglets feeling
the full force of a brute
who kicked and punched
and slapped and rapped
and even used his boot

compassion there was none shown
and not an ounce of care
slamming ramming jamming
cramming babies
everywhere
utter pique such wanton anger
they flipped and flopped around
some though were still breathing
their legs kicking on the ground

some hanging quite contorted
their screams would wake the dead
many lame they couldn’t walk
and so they were kicked instead
smacked around the ears
and violence for the sows
wedged in their gestation crates
for hours and hours and hours

To Tyson and to Walmart
God help you
if you know what is happening
in those sheds
and all of this is true
nobody is helping them
nobody there cares
it really was the most awful treatment
and all our hearts it tears

I never want to witness such
violent scenes again
not from foul mouthed slobs like them
the cause of all that pain
they really were abysmal creeps
oaf’s who shouldn’t be
allowed out of a solitary cell
for all eternity