Butter ball a journey into terror for the sake of it

We bring this crap down on ourselves
We assist the bugs for we
Prefer to cut costs and make profits
That’s how it has to be

The animals are the victims
From birth through to their death
We begrudge them a perfect life
And we begrudge them breath

The butterball the largest
Turkey producer in the land
Infections are rife
Before the knife
Can’t we understand?

How diabolical
How putrid we treat these
Special souls
They are gentle lovely birds
But with our dire controls

In place, we turn a perfect life
Into a sea of woe
We transform a heavenly sanctuary
In hell holes where they grow

From tiny fluffy golden chicks
Who we torture every day
We tear them from their fragile shells
And we really make them pay

The males are macerated
Alive a living flow
Of innocence crushed into mush
The mountain it will grow

Humanity stands naked
It’s shocking what we do
It’s just neglect and Cruelty
And so much is down to you

The workers are a bunch of shits
There are films you can see
Abuse abuse its everywhere
And it doesn’t have to be

Look closely into their sore eyes
Those battered and kicked oh dear
Bloodied just imagine that
And, living in fear

Remember you are responsible
The frustration of it all
Everywhere you fucking look
You are up against a wall

Of anger and frustration
Of evil and despair
Of hatred and malediction
It just is everywhere

The corporations addiction
To profit they don’t care
It’s money money money
Yes it’s everywhere

They drive their workers
Barmy
And the turkeys feel their fists
Their boots they get a hiding
For nothing it is clear
It’s frighteningly obvious
The darkest kind of fear

Their moodiness
Their ugliness
Their virulence
Their rancorous emotion
Their bad blood
The loathing the disfavour
The terror they inflict
It really is so awful
It’s a flood

Of antagonistic nausea
Malicious through and through
It really is no wonder
Why we see Avian Flu

Contamination everywhere
Blood and piss and shit
Mercy for animals exposes
The seriousness of it
Look into their poor wee eyes
Feel how grim it be
Many suffering such neglect
And of course hostility