Gap

Clearly the gap is widening
For the innocent proclaim
Their hearts and souls
Are measured
By their fur which is s shame
Where stores forgo their ethic
And pity is filed away
All they see is profit
As long as others pay

It comes as satisfactory
The agony and pain
Who cares about some Racoon Dog
Or Mink or Fox
Their gain

Is vast in the whole scheme of things
And the Animal Rightists they
Are seen as a bunch of long haired twits
Who would be best put away

But we are not a bunch of terrorists
We are loving caring souls
Who feel for the animals out there
Who have their lives and goals

Who add to our humanity
and need their place to roam
The feral ones live in the mean outside
That is their home

So Gap is prepared to forget this
and watch a lowly soul
Be slaughtered very painfully
For they are in control

They can increase their margins
They can just shout down
The balance sheet is everything
In the banks of London Town

Where there’s not a single prophet
They are puppets on display
Who exchanged their hearts for sacks of shit
And who make the innocent pay