Central Alberta Barn Fire

What can a mother say to a baby

when both are caught up in a fire

she knows she’s going to perish

cooked alive the future dire

all that fat will melt and such great agony

will be shared by all those mothers

such dark adversity

keeping pigs confined in barns

in man’s idea of sense

economics plays its part

thats their sad defence

cramming mother in those fucking crates

made of thin wire

just imagine what happned

all ravaged by fire

the pigs they couldn’t get away

locked into that death

screaming, they were screaming

for their babies

as their breath

was sucked out of their bodies

by the inferno that was there’s

blistering  I can only cry

my eyes out no no prayers

are useful in this scenario

for no god need to pine

letting the commercial world

think its all divine

trapping all those animals

locking them in their cage

smelling their burning bodies

leaves me in a rage

wailing I’d be wailing

I was wailing before the fire

the economic factor

was bloody awfully dire

profit and the margin

and all these bankers terms

put the wind up any thinking

soul

as  each pig squirms

tries to get out of the cages

tried with all their might

gestation crates are hell on earth

the fire came as a blight

ended what was hell on earth

the furnace and the rest

CAFO’s are an anomaly

and this method I detest