As the final curtain comes down its only us crying

Clearly death is final

there’s no way back,  its so

whatever life throws at you

who truly wants to go

a calf whose probably a few days old

a chick is less than that

a cow has had a brutal life

supplying milk and fat

she saw her babies kidnapped

she made the humans milk

she suffered ,how she suffered

with more  problems of that ilk

the lambs their little curly tails

of course they loved to play

the suckling pig

who wants  to rig its life

not any day!

Death s very final

the eyes close, you are gone

no more smiles

just that man who riles

and the knife thats soon upon

your throat you now are washing

and before your breath expires

they are cutting off your tired old legs

what a bunch of liars

the customers love animals

theyall  tell you they do

if you

ask them

yea

they like their teeth

in our

flesh

its true

death for us is food for them

thats what its about

they brutalise

and  ostracize

and we are in no doubt

every day is important

every piece of life

a grassy hollow

as we follow each other

who needs strife

the sunshine

or a concrete stall

where we can rest a while

as long as we are livinbg

somehow we love the style

but ofcourse the final curtain

when we know we are alone

when we realise you want to eat us

inside then we moan

we cry our eyes out softly

we suffer yes we do

humane killing there’s no such thing

honest folks thats true