Pig

Her face is one of grim determination

she is lost, but she fought hard for the life

she was given

which we stole so painfully

of short duration but  full on such strife

she never stood and earthly her days

were vile and dark

tail docked,

teeth clipped

ears tagged

she slagged

off for all those tears

yes they went unnocticed

by the cafo tribe who were

actually inhuman trolls

that seemingly occur

in these vast sheds of hopelessness

where fear is in every breath

disconsolate and comfortless

that short road unto death

ill omened and ominous

such anger  at every turn

the total disregard for life

and what the porcine yearn

the odious rejection

un loved uncared for they

beaten black and blue

most of the time most of the day

and when it came to slaughter

no empathy around

nothing not the slightest care

in boiling water drowned

throats slit we dont bleed out

we’re still conscious we still feel

and its in the bubbling tanks of soup

that rapidly reveal

we’re cooked alive the agony

the spirit in us dies

nobody to watch us

and yes of course  the cries

are silent at this moment

for only we can hear

the words that leave the dying sow

now resounding in my ear