In a Supermarket in Florence

It is slow suffocation
And why has that to be the way
To me it’s inconceivable
That anyone would pay
On promotion is it really
How callous and insensate
Whoever packed them for display
How comes they couldn’t wait

These are living creatures
With feelings and the woe
Of being suffocated under plastic
They must know
Those creatures when they are touched
Respond
They move they show the signs
Of life
And there are no breathing holes
Just accumulated strife

So unconcerned so ugly
So evil and so bad
The supermarket’s ethic
Is really very sad
And what about the suffering
The anguish stuck inside
The torture and the torment
How have they denied

The feelings of these creatures
Born deep in the sea
And packed in what is surely
Pure adversity
Each wretched soul is hurting
Is weeping that’s for sure
The lights, the lack of air
How can we ignore

The mortified the tearful
The disillusioned here
The utter lamentation
And extraordinary fear
As for the so called public
Prodding them to see
Them moving struggling inside
Their plastic death shield
Tragically

These are living creatures
With feelings and with pain
Florence just to see this
Makes me feel sick again
The public are as numb
And dumb as any ere could be
Why do they put up with all of this
Those creatures of the sea

Being sadly tortured
This hideosity
This terrible misbegotten deed
It’s vulgar and it’s wrong
Suffocation truthfully just
Does not belong

Anywhere ever right now
Did they learn nothing from Christmas
Clearly not