British pig farms

You call protestors terrorists
And farmers get hand outs
Inspections done on British farms
Leave many with such doubts
About what now is happening
In so called farming where
Pigs are treated abominably
And it certainly isn’t rare

With their amazing potentiality
To treat them as some do
That they endure such squalor
Such emptiness on view
There is conflict in these filthy pens
Many piglets dead
Many pigs with their after birth
Maggoty and red

This is hell on earth for them
Walking on the dying
Sniffing around your comrades
It is death defying
Some farmers must now be deranged
Guilty of such crimes
Against live animals being treated
A sign of the times

Everything feels makeshift
Care its never seen
Dirty nasty sheds of shit
Its honestly obscene
To imagine these intelligent animals
Having now to bear
This really terrible lifestyle
Well it bloody isn’t fair

And who are they supplying
Farmers markets who
Super markets
Restaurants
Its grotesque now what they do
Terrible the cruelty
Dead pigs everywhere
Maggots crawling piglets bawling
And we have to share

This with you who buy the meat
On some pristine tray
And takes it home to feed your family
Every sodding day
All wrapped up in promises
With advertising crap
Slapped all over cling film
And all over the wrap

Happy pigs ha ha so happy
They laid down and died
Others then walked over them
And nibbled them inside
Sucked their rotting afterbirth
I cant believe its true
But this is what the inspectors saw
And its up to date and new

And where are the bloody management
Stuck somewhere in the pub
Or may be hunting some tired fox
Hiding in the scrub
Or possibly out shooting
Killing wildlife they
Are clearly not now nurturing
Their stock as well they may

They need a revolution
Protestors need to be
Told that they are angels
For the farmers clearly see
Very little with their eyes
A heartless bunch alas
Carrying out the torture
And doing it on mass

Pigs and piglets suffer
They are intelligent little souls
They feel pain just like we do
And they each have roles
In life they want to live
Not be bludgeoned and left to die
Not have their testicles ripped off
By some ignorant farmer guy

Not have some other twit with a pair of rusty pliers
Snipping off a piglets tail
The pain of that it fires up
A mother watching
And these farmers do it they
Are a bunch of pratt’s that need someone
To do it to them some day

The evil and its evil to treat animals in this way
Have respect for crying out loud
There has to be a day
A judgement day for farmersAnd inspectors with bog eyes
Who give these farms a tally sheet
Which for me is a surprise

How is it do they pay them
To look the other way
Do they promise them its getting better
Come back another day
This ugly grotesque scenario
Of pigs in such a state
These farmers need to be horse whipped
And hung upon a gate

From a story by PETA