Taking home the bacon

I am a pig
I have feelings
Like a three year old child
I know that you want to eat Me
And obviously that makes me wild

I cannot sweat
So mud is my way
Of keeping the sun off my back
Everyday

But now stuck in concrete
No where to go
Beaten and kicked
You do hate me so

But what have I done
Nothing to you
So why you don’t care
I don’t have a clue

CAnada hates us
Detests us for we
Are transported
To slaughter
No water
Yea free

of food and of caring
Of love and of sharing
Throats slit
How daring
You lot must be

So 150 friends
In a truck
All bound for slaughter
So we’d run out of luck

The truck then tipped over
And we face true wrath
Some of us scarpered
Found a new path

But all were soon rounded up
By the staff there
And sent to be murdered
That’s why it’s not fair

You call yourself humane
Thats all poppy cock
We have profound feelings
It is a big shock

To our systems to be involved
in an accident and
Then just be ignored
Can’t you understand

We do have feelings
And experience fear
We hate trepidation
For us it is clear

It’s not want of courage
It is loss of nerve
When we hear a Big Bang
And feel
A big swerve

We imagine that freedom
Has come for us and
We can all run away
So we don’t understand

Why we are corralled
Why we must go
Into be slaughtered
It’s not right you know