FAIR OAKS FARM

Aggression start to finish
Attack attack attack
Unprovoked criminality
No ones got their back
Little calves just babies
It’s blitzkrieg everyday
A war of attrition
Where only babies pay
Taken from their mothers
Immediately they are born
Thrown into wire hutches
Really their lives torn
Out by cruel despicable spivery
Abroad
Who stab who bash who kick who slash
And otherwise reward

Themselves with an addiction
Of evil every day
They slaughter calves they murder calves
In every thoughtless way
These are little babies
Needing their mother who
Are treated with such ugliness
In everything they do
Full on intimidation
Mugged and made to cry
These junkies have no feeling
Humans that’s a lie
They are monsters bad and horrid
Miserly and sick
Unconscious to a babies pain
And when they watch them lick
Their blood off of their bodies
They only kick them more
Many calves are murdered
Out of frustration it’s a war

This farm works with Coca Cola
A dairy tells us all
The harshness and the painfulness
It’s up against the wall
Worse than any other place
That ever there could be
Harassment and unpleasantness
And mass severity
The calves are screaming all the time
It’s distressing it’s a HELL
Harrowing tear jerking aNd the awful smell
Of rotting flesh and fly blown blood
Deplorable to see
To witness to be part of
It’s true insanity

And this is America’s finest
Heralded on high
Where weeping and where wailing
Fill the earth and fill the sky
Blubbering and whimpering
Snivelling and more
THe hideousness and unsightliness
Of all the blood and gore
Babies that are murdered
Carted off somewhere
Down the back road out of sight
Just Thrown about no care
Disfigurement and defacement
Unseemly formless souls
Once angelic babies
Now just broken trolls

So much fear is present
You can cut it with a knife
The calves in mortal terror
Their every moment strife
They shake in trepidation
In spasm and in scare
BEaten kicked and thrown about
By the hopelessly unaware

CRaven lily livered goons
Probably mummies boys
Yellow as the lemon zest
Devoid of any joys
They are a spunkless crowd of shit
And should be sent straight to
Death row and the hangman’s rope
That’s everybody’s view

That sees the utter carnage
That’s happening right here
They really are the low life
Plug ugly fed on fear
Most of them on drugs
Injecting every day
I mean they live and work in hell
And for them it is the way
Out of what is bedlam
Take it out on those
BAby calves the karmic debt
Hathor oh god knows
The debt and how it’s growing
The smouldering anger here
And not an ounce of pity
It’s relentless fear on fear