Pig boys in beloved Italy

We really have to put hearts and minds
Into the concentration camps
Existing now all over Europe
Full of killing floors and ramps
Universal violence
All those bloody awful bars
Really armies of crippled victims
Most now seeing stars

Pissing down from prolapsed arses
Crying out with tears of woe
Many unable to stand upright
Many have that purple glow
Each narrow cell is purgatory
There is no equality any more
10 million pigs each year are slaughtered
In Italy such blood and gore

We must extend our commiseration
Where no compassion does exist
Their gentleness and tender mercies
Those with feelings must enlist
Trauma it is for the asking
A spitefulness we all can see
Blood for blood the vilest vengeance
Really right in front of me

No grudging praise to corporate monsters
Who in the name of profit sow
Their seeds of wrath for pigs to proffer
For such ideas are very low
There seems no sense of obligation
A thankless task for one and all
We should weep and be regretful
As one after another the poor souls fall

Some attempt to revive each other
That’s a sentient feeling they
Realise themselves is needful
Why should any creature pay
Each incarnation offers something
Other than adversity
Of a spectacle of ugliness
That in three minutes I could see

The killing cage the desperate victim
Shackled there and stunned and thrown
Onto a bloody floor where violence
Is so obviously now known
The bloodied snout the dance of death
The rear legs kicking wanting to
Run away to thicker forests
Where bluebells glow in front of you

How and why are we so evil
Uncharitable and so severe
The ferocity of every passing
Laced with elements of fear
And all of this so we can partake
A roasted leg with apple sauce
Strips of loin with pasta horns
And paper ham oh yes of course

10 million pigs become our victims
That unbelievable army die
So we can fill our bulging stomachs
With tapeworms that may reach each eye
Reach our brains and chomp and chew
This is what good tapeworms do
Wriggle slowly through us they
Eventually yea make us pay