Harvesting

These murdering scumbag industries
Are good at choosing words
Harvesting for murdering
Culling all undeterred
They sink to depths beyond the pale
And torture and alas
Create in markets in Shengcun
A vile darkly morass

The lowest of the low employed
To work with animals there
Caged minks racoon dogs and foxes
At levels of despair
Far exceeding any nightmare
Anyone might think
Was possible their agony
Takes me to the brink

Skinned alive so violently
The egregious way
That death is metered out to them
How anyone can pay
Money to create this trade
For the fashion of the day
Its sickening to think about
And shameful all the way

This is a huge great market place
Of slovenly desire
A ragbag of tumultuousness
Random pelts so dire
Still connected with fat and grease
Its lawless infamy
Aberrant and such deviants
Vandals on the line
Outrageous and excessive
Heavy handed swine

Watching Raccoon dogs a thrashing
As their fur is being stripped
Tempestuous and brutal
The screaming as its ripped
Forcefully imagining the pain
They truly are neanderthals
Watching them it is plain

We make their end so harrowing
As they lacerate and tear
The stench of death hangs awfully
Almost everywhere
Its malodorous and putrid
The howling wailing cries
That go right through ones marrow
Filling up your eyes

With tears and choking bluster
Only unsound minds can be
Associated with this trade
The mindlessness we see
Clearly so moronic unconcerned
They be
Where oversight and such neglect
Are all that we can see

The vulgarity of fashion
Its like a fog of fear
Tactless and insensitive
That hangs in clouds around here
The evidence is everywhere
And secret cameras do
Pick up all thats terrible
Though some think its untrue

The fur trade is a murder trade
A bloody ugly end
Its insanity its lunacy
The unsound mind can send
A screwball to oblivion
Hidebound and brazen they
Just do it for the money to be
Made along the way

Fur traders are a scourge
Upon this earth and in every way
They abandon all that they were taught
On any given day
And stride out with a rotteness
And a morbidity
Contaminating all they touch
For all eternity

As for the hags who wear the fur
Defiant as they are
Who overlook the insanity
The agony so far
Removed from them
One has to question
How it is that they
Can buy into such iniquity
And do it come what may

The departmental stores
Frequenting Knightsbridge
How do they
Have the gall to carry on
With torture all the way
Indisposed to realise
Or woeful and careworn
Such blatancy and such flagrancy
Ostentatiously they are torn

And still we frequent them
Giving them credence to carry on their evil