That was once me

there’s been a seal of secrecy

and what happened was suppressed

clandestine operations

extremely sad at best

revelatory glimpses

of the torment in our souls

how we have been treated

to all your dark controls

not many whistle blowers

prepared to spill the beans

but this photograph

explains a bit

of some of the sordid scenes

that go on in laboratories

where instability

exists in all its horror

and insanity

I was just a primate

an ordinary ape

the absurdity was evident

they would kind of drape

a white sheet over my body

and within an hour you’d see

the white was gone completely

replaced by red the blood from me

they cut me up and made me suffer

agony so much

no painkillers just fillers

those people are out of touch#

we are in the now in fact

god knows where they are

they harm us all and if we call

thats when they really scar

their arrogance is shot away

their ignorance is too

doing corporate specifications

none of them seem   true

the knowledge of the gutter

science grown from sin

the maggots know their place in life

in the confines of some tin

the suffering we went through

the endurance of it all

the trials and tribulations

nobody could we call

we were made the scapegoats

we felt that we were doomed

our anguish was extraordinary

in those cages we lie tombed

experimentation is allowed really to go on

and we become its victims

many millions gone

they go down in the crates of fear

and most never return

the screams we hear

tear into our hearts and souls

its clear

no one really cares for

maybe just a few

the mishapen and the artless

defaced thats what they do

maybe its for fashion the vanity of the hordes

maybe its

some body scrub

winning the awards

maybe its some garden spray

whatever you can bet

that we are going to have to test it

and to pay your debt

and we are  so fearful

of the consequences

apprehensive too

despair its bloody everywhere

in everything they do

shove the pipes into us

dose us up with pills

drug us, up to the eyeballs

with what’s described as skills

the agony  within us

as we’re carted back to where

we then have to recover

a space we have to share

from my looks you can picture

how really sick I feel

the pitilessness

the ruthlessness

the relentlessness

is real

constant agitation

callous stuff we know

its remorseless what they do to us

and we have nothing to show

but a tortured mind and body

broken bones sometimes

scars and lacerations

and so many signs

of being really beaten

burned sometimes as well

they really have no compassion

spawned I know from Hell

you see me looking knocked about

I have been most days

stitched up and then opened up

this is their malaise

they are the anathema

they are the abuse

where is their humanity

hanging by the noose

they have an outward loathing

a hatred for us all

and we find that repellent

often, 

and up our noses too

rubbing acid on us

that is what they do

I am yes a victim

an experimental tool

worked on by the surgeons

strapped up on some wall

and dosed up with the chemicals

many that would appal

before they cut and run

and leave me in such agony

laying in the sun

if you are a human

and you can read this stuff

remember not to buy the products

remember there’s enough

products out there not tested

on animals today

so blindly walking up the street

and deciding to turn a way

is no excuse I promise

go for it take a stand

don’t let the bastards get to us

come now hold my hand