Activisim and protest

The slaughterhouse
Is guarded by the police
And those who come
To protest about the insanity
From those who would be numb
The huge great trucks
Of victims
Driving to the gate
Have no chance of redemption
They must now know their fate

SMITHFIELD a great giant
Is slaughtering away
Thousands and thousands
Of female pigs
Its the female that must pay
They were raped
And then nurtured babies
Who were rapidly taken away
And when they couldn’t produce
Anymore
They were slaughtered
Right away

This patriarchal mayhem
Is with us everywhere
The female of the species
Is driven to despair
And we who protest peacefully
Outside the giants gate
Are rapidly jumped down upon
By the corporate reprobate

The trucks will run us over
The police say if they do
We are at fault for being there
The road is not mean’t for you
The drivers will not be questioned
They are the robotic class
They just drive into the slaughterhouse
And we have to let them pass

At the moment it is animals
But one day soon maybe
The victims will be human
Lets hope we do not see
This to be the case here
But actually I feel
With the police being so ugly
That it could soon be for real

So carry on the consumption
Of the females everyday
Eat their genetic offspring
Until you have to pay
With your own families offering
It could happen wait and see
Then you might just wish you listened
To the likes of me