Your pigs

A college run by a corporation
Committee’s to the fore
Their website tells us how good they are
Their green speak is for sure
They make a would be student
Comfortable to be
Supported by the college
Its all there actually

CARING and SUPPORTING
Highest STANDARDS too
BEHAVIOUR and commitment
Its what HOPWOOD do
And when us pigs come into question
Living helpful souls
IZZY Ross and others tell us
With all these controls

Comes death and our destruction
Slaves to the corporate scheme
Of things
Are we beholden
Is this how it brings
It home to us
This corporate
Equality and respect
Opportunity
And animal care
There is something I detect

The pigs when they are done with us
Its to the slaughterhouse we go
Where’s the respect and the caring
Where’s the corporate glow
And all the highest standards
Supportive through and through
Its one world when they are selling
And another for me and you

I represent the pigs you see
We do have our rights too
Is it really caring and supportive
If its true
You do not find us a sanctuary
But a death camp where we be
Murdered in the coldest blood
In our history

I call on the goddess
Demeter for she
Is the GODDESS of pig farming
And I ask that she should be
Throwing down her karmic veil
Over the campus where
You lot just dispose of us
For honestly its not fair

I don’t feel any commitment
And certainly no respect
This is bad behaviour
You should be more circumspect
We have vital feelings
The students love us and they
Wouldn’t like the idea that you
With us do away

Why should we be bacon
What have we done wrong
Remember “babe” if you saw the film
You would have loved us all along
But if you did you have forgotten
Your corporate arm is strong
Now we are just slaves of yours
Nothing you do is wrong

Among your 20 members
Are there any that have a heart
And what of Dereck o Toole these days
To see us on some cart
Knowing we are going
To our deaths and its thanks to you
Is really not a sobering thought
And that you are clueless too

Our suffering our agony
Our blood loss and our stress
Hung up on the gantry
And you lot caring less
Why not make an extra course
Saving us each time
Get the students on it
Help them all to climb

Out of the delusion
That caring is to be
Only for the students
But not us pigs
Who see
Who love who care
Who imagine
That life is good and we
don’t have to end our lovely lives
Killed mercilessly