Eyes

The oppression and victimization
The austere and the rigorous time
The ruthless and pitiless workers
And having to lay in this slime
All be it in fact of our making
We dump where we lay thats our strife
The gestation crates seal all of our fates
Thats the extent of our life

Its like being in a straight jacket
Of concrete and that is our lot
No body’s gentle everyones brutal
These draconian laws they are not
Really designed for us pigs as you know
Its repressive and cramped up to hell
I look up at the roof and then down to the bars
And just put up with all this smell

When you carry a litter of babies
In a prison house bound by a chain
Your crime was to be raped by some human
You are a gaol bird again
A responsive emotional female
With a breathless desire to be seen
You just want to run in the woodlands
But all of the workers are mean

They prod you and kick you and punch you
Joy is a word, nothing more
Prostration despair desolation
With so much concern at your core
Writhing and bleeding and laden with woe
Strain and true tension where ever you go
Dismal and gloomy and just feeling grave
Depressed and disheartened can somebody save?
Me from this repetition this treadmill I am on
Dreary and stuffy life is one con
Unlovely unhandsome squalid and rude
And such vile despondency for the forthcoming brood
Its so inauspicious ill-omened adverse
In this bloody crate life couldn’t be worse

When the babies are here its me for the chop
The humans want pork on their fork
They won’t stop
Till they do this is life this is it what a pain
The slaughterhouse gates and the blood sluicing drain
A pig in your world has a terrible time
She is beaten and tortured and lives in the slime
And the slurry, the maggots the flies its all here
Abuse and torture and the most abject fear