E Jiao (Donkey hide gelatin)

TRaditional Chinese Medicine
Creates victims everywhere
Millions face the good old chop
And hours of true despair
The donkeys for example
A gentle soul they be
A fact of life undeniably
Whose possibility

Has been to work and laboured long
But now South Africa feels
The need to bolster the market
The real reason though conceals
The want of making money
Out of exploitation and
Exporting its own donkeys
To China’s far off land

These really kindly animals
Apparently their hide
Is soaked and stewed
And after that then its seems its dried
And added to other ingredients
And used in China where
Its supposed to delay the menopause
Which creation must think is unfair

Its hide protects the animal
Thats creation’s reason for
The strategy for goodness sake
Not this madness they ignore
Life and the existence
of animals
Who can
Be of use to human beings
But it never was the plan

To create only to annihilate
On the basis that they could
Use the hide to manufacture
Medicine, we should
Have more respect for Nature
But of course our arrogance rules
We cannot make a donkey
Only kill it and we are fools

If we watched our diet and so became
Less sick
We wouldnt have to make up potions
Clearly we are thick!
And due to complete ignorance
And the ease in which we buy
Into complete madness
So many sweet souls die

WE see it with the Pangolin
the rhino and its horn
So many of natures victims
lost on the evil spawn
And now South Africa
imagines she can cash in too
By breeding and shipping donkeys
to China
clueless all through

They want to be trail blazers
and help the Chinese who
Will pay them lots of money
For E jiao good and true
Like lion bones shipped for tiger cake
And other animation
This is really evil stuff
And we witness this decimation

Of such a beautiful animal
Basically for its hide
Where is their imagination
The truth they have denied
SOuth Africa is guilty
Of another threat and we
Can assure them donkeys were not created
For this infamy

Its a sordid enough venture
But supplying the Chinese who
Still live in their rotten past
Doing what they do
An absence of compassion
The ignorance of soul
A truancy of torment
They are so out of control

Anothers life is meaningless
When profit comes to call
Its a kind of paralysis a numbness
That is all
They will murder all these animals
For quack medicine that may
Or may not heal now anything
Its belief its what they say

And murdering innocent animals
Is worth it if they can
Make up stories and medicaments
Developed by the Han
Dynasty in some dark place
Thousands of years before
The invention of less invasive forms
That create such blood and gore

“Tapping into ancient evil can only bring
You total destruction”