The wickedness of the burger

In the truck that where we were loaded
Any luck we ever had
Has gone our fate is sealed forever
And it feel so terribly sad
We have no food we have no water
No one checks now how we feel
We are standing in our own diarrhoea
Frothing now with abject fear
If you want beef steaks
And burgers, we
They are made of us
In fact of me

Its a jolting fact
To realise that what I am made of
You girls and guys
Like to eat my flesh and blood
But I love to live
And my tears do flood
From me when I think of the likes of you
Who do not even have a clue

I roll my eyes and try to see
Your eyes looking back at me
I cannot speak
But I try to sayi
Please do not eat me today
Your pitilessness does my head in
And unregretting you commit this sin
As if it is nothing but its despair
i wish my dears you were not there
To want to live as we so we
Are even sadder than now we see

We are in the truck of no return
And it fills us with so much concern
We are virgins pure untouched and clean
Undefiled by your machine
In many ways we do believe
That it is so hard now to achieve
Our rightful place, our place where we
Could live our lives more fruitfully