AUSTRALIA irreverence for sheep shipped by sea

50,000 sheep are being shipped
On Wednesday they
Can Wave goodbye to Freemantle
and they all sail away
On a gigantic animal ship
With one vet so I hear
What miserable compromise
One vet dear oh dear
A dereliction of duty
Total disrespect
Incompetence personified
Who now would elect
One vet to be present
On a ship with all those souls
What when it gets stormy
Who are the bunch of trolls
That say in court it’s acceptable
Live exports in this way
Is abuse and neglect on the high seas
Irreverence all the way

It’s wrongness plain and simple
A shame a crying shame
The farmers they belonged
What is it they all claim
Getting their precious payback
Their Contract in their bag
They are culpable of murder
Wrapped up in their flag
These poor dears will be suffering
Rocked about at will
Sickness due to sailing
And heat stoke too
To spill
Their stomach really everywhere
Abuse neglect and more
Standing up and being crushed
All that way for sure
Australia should shudder
It’s heart it’s energy
Is worthy of a bloody kicking
That’s if you ask me

It’s unfitting,And discriminatory
Iniquitous and unfair
Packing them on like sacks of spuds
In realms of dark despair
Without responsibility
Misappropriated
And going to halal execution
Which the Aussies say was feared
The courts are now unworthy
To come up with such a rule
Who is the bloody
Judge who deems its practical
For it’s a rotten fool
Who sends them off to die
And come back as steaks and thoughts
And probably best meat pie

The sheep they gave their everything
Chewed the cud like mad
Climbed around the grassy fields
Their leaders always sad
Watched their babies taken
Stolen on the truck
Crying for their mothers
No one gives a fcuk
And now it’s their turn
50,000 sold off to those who
Will cut their throats as fast as look
That’s what the Arabs do
Transported close together
Not fed nor watered, they
Standing in their own shit
Each and every day
Rolled about like crazy
From the swell and winds outside
The miracle of life itself
Everyone’s denied
All blotches on the landscape
Living breathing souls
Their Quaintness and their oddness
Not subject to controls
Beaten to rejection
Defeated by the heat
Hopes dashed by them standing
On sore and broken feet
Hobbling to their end game
The flash of scimitar
The hoi poloi are waiting
Bursting with such joy
Halal the craft of title
Blood lust crimson flush
Australian Farmers they were paid
And wasn’t there a rush
Many will not make it
They will perish here
On the ship tossed in the sea
Many die of fear
And in fact perhaps that’s better
Rather than to be
Murdered by the hungry
And a foreign consignee
Shivering a plenty
Together at least they
Took their shred of comfort
When they passed away