Port hole trucks

The port hole trucks
With each hole the size
Of a pigs snout
Thats it who was wise
To create this torture
Man of course
Within his sick brain
Was the source

Victimization
Those poor sows
Why this punishment
How they house
Angelic beasts
Consigned to be
Murdered very painfully

These animal earthlings
Live and play
Highly intelligent
Souls are they
Forced to ride
In port hole trucks
Thus infamy
For me it SUCKS

Where is the mercy
Its our guilt
Our misdeeds
The infamous silt
Blocks our real thinking
These pigs we send
In a thirsty state
To meet their end

Its unforgivable what we do
Inexcusable a malpractice too
An animal standing waiting for
Some resonance within its core
But our brutality is its lot
Our improbity felt on the spot

Its wickedness
Thats what it be
We point them to iniquity
Not of their choice or making
No
Our immorality it does grow

Their stress immense
Their throats are dry
We offer them
Water
The question why?
The answer we are thoughtful of
Their plight
Respecting them
For It is their right

To imprison a women
For doing this
Is surely taking
The biggest piss
That any court now anywhere
Could falter and prove the despair
Canada where is the man Trudeau
We need him to sort this out
And show

Humanity this is wholly wrong
And port hole trucks do not belong

On this planet anymore