The piggery

Its no way to live
And its no way to die
What we see here before us
We have to ask why
This is not husbandry
This is a crime
Beating little babies
All of the time

Where are your hearts
And your desire
Why are you torturers
Spreading the fire
Imagine the sick being beaten
To death
And sick babies slammed on the ground
And where Every young pig has to fight for its breath

Or rapidly it will be found
Slammed against metal bins
Kicked through the yard
For all our sins
These victims are scarred

Inside sows bite the bars
For they suffer such woe
They are out of their minds
And pork eaters don’t know
The meat that they are eating
Was doleful and sad
Lamenting and wretched
And most three parts mad

In a few months of torture
And life as it is
They languish in diarrhoea
And blue bottle fizz
What of inspection
It seldom is seen
These animals suffer
We are incredibly mean

We take it out on them
Its now everywhere
Pigs have a hard time
The worst kind of despair
To buy into pork from the shelf
You must be
Incredibly insensitive
To allow what we see

As acceptable to you
Consumers who chew
On a life trodden victim
For thats what you do

And so it goes on
Behind their closed doors
Animals bearing the biggest red sores
Sows bleeding from their poor arses
They must
Be terribly painful
One look will disgust

But these labouring bastards
Are as heartless as hell
They kick any baby
Who isn’t
that well
Pick it up by the hind legs
And then slam it down
Its brains forced from its skull
Then the clown
Swears like a trooper
And punches them more
Kicks them in the face
For them it is war

A life made up truly of torture all day
Its no wonder these poor souls go mad
Any way
My hope is they fight back
Bite down on some arse
And bite everyone of them
If they try to pass

East Anglian Pig and Didlington too
Piggeries there and they don’t have a clue
About loving and caring and sharing oh no
Its torture and evil and making them know
Who is the boss with the kick of a horse
Who is the boss who is going to force

His way with the pigs and just give them hell
Watch as the bruises and great cuts do swell
No one to aid them they live in this shit
Thats deeper by the day nobody’s fit
For purpose not anymore down on the farm
Pigs and their piglets
only know harm

Well Mrs Brown pork chops and the like
Spare ribs and sausages handled by some tyke
Who beat the hell out of the sows and that why
The meat isn’t tasty its tough if you try
To cook it much longer no taste at all
The karmic debt is now on the wall
Of shame all consumers must realise they
Are as guilty as hell i fact more I should say