Lynn

On the front line
Up against one and all
The corporate masters
The hunters their gall
Chasers of suffering
Torture and death
Their woeful ambition
Denying souls breath

We warriors all of us
In the affray
Fighting like hell
For them everyday
Animals everywhere
Every breed
Are getting the treatment
And boy do they bleed
Suffering so
For the profits galore
From tHe chicken to the buffalo
They live in a war
And those of us out there
Ready to fight
To Argue the toss
All day and all night
We face emotional stresses and woe
Freedom we all are locked in as you know

Farm animals imagine them
Every day
Of their sad little Lives
Eating mouldy hay
Cardboard and any old shit they can find
Pummelled and kicked
Their tails screwed from behind
And these are all mothers
Respect was their need
But the farmers in essence
Want to succeed

Want to make profit
And the animals they
Suffer in silence and darkness
They lay
in shitty conditions
No freedom they
And really
End up disabled
And just dragged away

Animal freedom fighters
They On the line
Contend with the police
With the owners who wind
Us all up of course they
Do
Most of them they
Fill Their guts up with bacon
Pigs how they pay
Twitter is a platform where millions
Exist
And somehow you found me
Increasing your list
It’s good to join up
With people like you
Who care and who share
And who dare as you do.

Thank you Lynn Bellamy