Gambolling lambs

Their innocence is obvious
Babies full of joy
The senselessness of killing them
These men they do employ
And label them as slaughter men
And pay them a fine wage
As we watch the insensitivity
That just goes off the page

Their ineptitude is violence
Their indifference so bleak
Unthinking and uninterested
These creature are so meek
So mild angelic babies
Cherubs in many ways
Clearly and obviously brainless brutes
The cacophony that strays

Across the pen where angels wait
Where they hear the ugly loss
Where they smell the blood of family members
From those who don’t care a toss
Who torture and who murder
Them in front of all
Heartless professional evildoers
Who should be up against a wall

And tortured by the parent sheep
Butted until they are blue
To have the nerve to mistreat the babes
Their lives alas are through
The public want to eat them
Babies bleating so
Carnivores with little thought
Of why babies should grow

The unruliness of order
The anomalies abroad
The convulsion of the innocent
Who must perish by the sword
Who must stand and watch the agony
Who must hear their family scream
Who must share their blood and their wanton sadness
So confused it would seem

These Spanish men are ugly
Grotesque to stand and be
Video’d whilst what they do
Is murder each baby
Throats cuts heads left hanging off
Bled into the chute
These babies are so sensitive
Right down to their root

Not so the bloody slaughter men
Heartless through and through
Not a gram of empathy
Liars thats my view
Evil shits who need a going over
Right away
Hung up on a gantry chain
With their thick skins pulled away

Let them feel that agony
Matter of fact they be
Do they go home to loving wives
And a young family
Are they really human
Or robots on a wheel
Are they someones father
Could this be for real

These are little babies
Their lives have just begun
Gambolling their innocence
Virgins in the sun
Their purity is driven
So beautiful to see
And so the Spanish infidels
Prey on them and be

Somehow the supremo’s
With the upper hand
Their psychopathy goes before them
Though most fail to understand
Their heads are full of chaos
With an inferno in their soul
A frenzy in their stomachs
Disharmony their role

Each baby torn from its mother
The grief of nature came
Faster than anyone could have wished
All part of the game
The sickness that is farming
The cruelty that is seen
Attributed to ugliness
And all that is obscene

They create a brand of turmoil
A rainstorm in their breasts
A torpor and a dullness
That altogether tests
The human spirit obviously
But these ghouls get away
With slaughtering the innocent
On any given day

I cry to hear their bleating
i sigh to feel their pain
Look into their weeping eyes
But don”t do it again
For fear that you may break down
As tearful as one could be
Watching the angels of the field
Slaughtered terribly

The vehemence and violence
The destruction that we see
Carried out by vandals
Their aggression sickens me
Each little face each tearful eye
Each bleating heart I hear
Hanging dancing on the gantry
Thus exuding fear

From every pore from every part
Of their wee bodies they
Are suffering so very much
And this is every day
So you can eat your kebabs
Your cottage pies and more
You lousy rotten carnivores
Don’t come near my door

Your breath must stink of infant death
Your toilet too must be
Full of ugly filthy smells
And what of their story
They were young their energy
Was miraculous to hear
And all you can do was to murder them
And instil in each such fear

The wickedness personified
Victims each one was
They all died in such agony
And really just because
You wanted to eat them
Babies of the field
You wanted to fill your lousy guts
And somehow build

A future for your body
Trauma was your gift
To babies missing their mothers
We watched the butcher lift
Them up and stun and cut their throats
And bleed them out and say
It was just a job for them
And, they earned good pay

I will not ever forget the faces
The bleating and the pain
It will haunt me all my waking hours
Each time I think Again
i shall hear their cries of anguish
i shall share their tears of woe
i shall hope that cancer strikes you all
For it was no way to go

But they went off to the next world
Screaming from inside
So you could eat your kebabs
With your lettuce and could hide
Quietly in your toilet
With your colon all afire
With the agony and wickedness
Making you feel dire

So enjoy your lamb each babies task
To suffer as they do
And all of this sheep torture
i put it down to you
Butchering and cooking and eating
Babies who
Were innocent and needy
Unlike sods like you

Lay in your beds and feel alarmed
At the pain that you will feel
As the writhing baby feels so sad
And was trying to reveal
The sorrow it was feeling
As you stole its life awAy
As its death was purely down to
Your vile arrogant display

To every little lamb who has to die this way
My heart bleeds for you all