Trapped!

In the dock
The whole industry
All of them they
Are as guilty as sin
At the end of each day

Its general wickedness
The onus of blame
Falls on their shoulders
Each one the same

Its such malpractice
The injustice is there
Its inexcusable
Something we share

A criminal act
On the innocent who
Did nothing wrong to us
That clearly true

They are the blameless ones
Their consciences clear
Living where they were put
In our world of fear

Complete amorality
And shamelessness too
Abandoned they are
To someone like you

Who wants a fur coat
Who is told that it will
Not only be beautiful
But will keep out the chill

So what do we do
We transgress we don’t care
We forget its their body
And their life that we share

And how does that come about
Why would we feel
Its right to catch animals
And skin them for real

Lay man made contraptions
Where the innocent stay
That they may be trapped
In the most wicked way

Have their legs torn off
Imagine that pain
So you have a coat
To go out in the rain

Be left there bleeding
Crying aloud
So you have a coat
That sticks out in the crowd

Be kept in a cage
Till your feet run with blood
So you have a coat
From a soul in the mud

An electric poker was thrust
Up its arse
So you have a coat
And you feel first class

Out in the countryside
Traps everywhere
Under thickets, in the water
The industry share

Their wickedness with us
The victims all die
Such terrible agony
And none of you cry

Its off to Harvey Nichols
Or Harrods Maybe
To buy a fur item
Something you see

Its going to make you
The belle of the ball
Can you smell death
Are you such a fool

In the dock each vile trapper
Normally a man
A covetous creep
Its part of his plan

To be rich someday
From accumulative wealth
And who hides these dire traps
With extraordinary stealth

Accomplished you could say that
Improbity
Unscrupulous conscienceless
Vile and paltry

Cats and dogs stolen
Pets from the street
In China such torment
Where few are discreet

Racoon dogs are murdered
Thousands each day
For your cuffs and your collars
How much pain they pay

They scream blue murder
And you turn away
Its just that fur coat
That you wanted today

Lets talk about profit
The big stores who do
Get embroiled in the fur story
Their self interested view

Is just one of margins
And exclusivity
They are smartly dressed reprobates
Its just you won’t see

They hide in their boardrooms
Counting their cash
They are superior
We are all trash

For pointing out all of the agony here
For displaying our placards
When we appear
Out comes security
As you all know
More strong arm tactics
Protecting the flow

Complete disrespect for wild life
For they
Also have rights to live
Wouldn’t you say
Each has a purpose
A family too
And being stripped naked
And tortured won’t do

In the dock where are you
With your fur garments why
Do you think you are entitled
To wear when some die

Think on this ponder
Imagine the pain
Your children at home
They won’t see you again

They will die in wherever
How can this be
Right just so you
Have a coat I can see

Look in your cupboard
And your wardrobe of glass
Are there fur items
Pokers up their arse

That is unbelievable agony
They shake and shake
Or we just hang them up
And skin them just take

What is there’s become’s ours
And they are thrown on a heap
To shiver and die
Yes perpetual sleep

Whilst you strut your stuff
In Your mink or your fox
Or your chinchilla stole
Or your angora socks

The rabbit who gave up her fur
Cannot cry
They do not have tear ducts
Like you or I

Just imagine that just try today
No means of release
And the pain won’t go away

And its all down to you
And the bloody fur trade
The great criminality
Now on parade