Pig HELL in Ballymena

There is a total lack of understanding
For an animal that apparently
Has many traits yet when we farm them
We neglect them and it’s purposely
In my mind this already is an arrogance
Which we
Use against the porcine tribes
Which for me is infamy
They have a social order and a wildness
And intent
They nest and live according to their
birth right
And we have sent
Their lifestyle into overdrive
For our methodology
Is to imagine our concentration
Camps are for them just heavenly

And it’s known as pig farming
Gestation crates and all
We remove them from their free range
Lives
From their wild effective stall
Into large groups of individuals
Fed commercially
No rooting nothing natural
Just insubstantiality
A meagreness a sparseness
Empty spaces where
Prisoners crowd into spaces
Density unfair
The integrity of wholeness
Was simply filed away
For what became the principle
Of making farming pay

Repression and ostracism
the Order of their day
We offered them disharmony
And expected them to pay
In themselves they are never slovenly
They have order and they care
but in our quest for profits
Their lives are askew and unaware
Life becomes a sentence
Prisoners they be
Having to acclimatise
To non conformity
To living in a filthy state
To dumping where they stay
To living on a concrete floor
Which was never their way

Remember they have no sweat glands
We need to understand
When trying to manage other tribes
That lives have to be planned
Not around our balance sheet
But in accordance to
Life and natural living
If we are being true
This farm in Ballymena
Was established years ago
And has been in the same family
And has grown as figures show
But what has been discovered
Recently means we
Shudder at the thought
Of what’s occurred there tragically.

Neglect through inattention
And total disrespect
Disregard and thoughtlessness
A diversion, I suspect
Margins profit balance sheets
Their order of the day
And prisoners in concrete stalls
Who just don’t have a say
Unobserved apparently
Despite the RED TRACTOR SIGN
Unnoticing and unhearing
And unmindful of the whine
The soft cries of the weakening
Those being eaten by
The stronger tougher resilient
Who do not want to die

Cameras placed around the farm
Caught scenes of hell right there
Cannibalism and victims screaming with despair
Unkempt and unprotected
With evidence to see
But where was the RED TRACTOR
and the management
And we
Who read these lines in horror
Faintheartedely to feel
Unconsenting of such evil
Knowing it is real
And every pig is a victim
And the crime in fact is ours
We sat back and give credence
By supporting these ghastly powers

It’s iniquitous and evil
It’s injuriousness and we
Should be ashamed what’s going on
It’s an outrage actually
They are sadly the voiceless
They grunt and honk all day
But nobody is listening
As one by one they pay
Imagine for a moment
Being eaten as you are
Eaten by a so called friend, or family member
Far
Removed from social consequenc
This a frightening scene
Hell and human evils
Which are surely obscene

In pursuit of profit
And a margin so as to
See a healthy balance sheet
And output rising through
Staff whoever they are
Clearly blinded by
The evils now before them
Which I must thus ask why
Ill health and disease
Is surely paramount and should
Not be allowed to deteriorate
How could that be good
Spoiling and contamination
Regression and decline
And apparently it’s standard
Yes right down the line
There’s an absence of authority
Pig eat pig affair
Forgive me for the pun friends
The management are they there
The RED TRACTOR also unaware
The order books them too
Unaware of the prisoners
And what they are going through

Deprived of life
And living
By avarice and greed
By what appears the grasping uncaring
And where all this did lead
To our instinctive state in chaos
In trauma and in pain
We pigs are being tortured
And driven insane
Our emotional life is over
Ingrained in our soul
Being eaten by our so called friends
Look at the size of the hole
In my flank a bleeding
Gnawed at every day
And not a sodding worker
Even cares along the way

It’s not that we are unconscious
Or unresponsive for We yell
We grunt as loud as possible
We know we live in hell
It’s just you all neglect us
Expect us to just be
Ready to give up our souls
To your severity
It’s harrowing it’s awful
There is no place to hide
The crippled become victims
Downtrodden on the slide
Down into a purgatory
A care worn haggard place
Where a business trading openly
Is a huge disgrace

Over 100 years of history
In the same family
And the innocent are calling out
Relief we need to see
Clearly resignation
A hopelessness abroad
And what appears
Irreversible
To our multitude of fears
There just are no excuses
This inexcusability
It’s wicked and it’s altogether wrong
And it should never be
It’s all about contempt
About arrogance and evil too
Getting away with murder
The improbity is sadly true

I am just one pig
Who has suffered
Who has seen so many die
Who has screamed to the high heavens
Asking our god why
He created our miracle
And man can tempt his fate
By destroying our godly naturalness
With his profiteering trait.

A pig farm in Ballymena Northern Ireland