BERRYFIELDS FARM DAVENTRY

It’s sickening that behind closed doors
Stockmen’s outlawery
Is taken out on young Bulls
Who are treated mercilessly
A zero grazing system
Ungodly I would say
Locked up inside concrete
And shouted at all day

It’s prison for the innocent
Beatings come along
We hear there are a lot
Of casualties
And that’s Just wrong
These are youngsters
Missing their families
Honestly That’s for sure
Unlike these Bloody stockman
Where clearly they ignore

Why kindness is important
Seeing them as steaks
When they are live and kicking
None of them are fakes
They are concerned to be there
No grass no sky no air
Sworn at beaten how would they feel
But of course the do not care

They are little children
They need a lot of thought
They are guiltless in their thinking
And do get overwrought
Live and sleep on concrete
It’s wicked to be sure
And all of this in DAVENTRY
It is hard to ignore

The Red Tractor System
I have written about them before
Again you see they are certified
But a lot of blood and gore
Goes on in these types of places
And these souls suffer much
Wetherspoons and Tesco
And Lidl out of touch
Everyone gets on with their
Own thing it seems to me
Assuming things are a okay
When clearly what we see
Behind closed door a whole lot
More
The animals in pain suffering
For hours on end
And finally becoming lame

These farmers need to think a bit
They need to realise
Animals should be treated well
I don’t want any lies
They are not what they are seen
As profit on legs and that is all
The Meat trade is the murder trade
And that sadly is the rule

There is too much dishonesty
And Insincerity
It really is distasteful
To imagine how it be
We need impartiality
And a bit love around
Talk nicely to them
Show you care
It’s better than just ground

Them down make life a misery
already on concrete they
Are cajoled around like chattels
And shouted at all day
A Bucket thrown at ones head
That the one that we saw
God know how many other times
It’s like a goddam war

When they leave this CAmp of horror
It’s off to Melton
Where
they go to meet their maker
The slaughterhouse is where
They end their days
Imagine that
And incarnation spent
Shivering and frightened
By what was the torment

As far as the three
Buyers
You have to realise
Working with these animals
You have to be more wise
More thoughtful and understanding
Not beat on them and make
Their lives more miserable
Than yours is
A lot more give and take

And as for the management
Get a grip and see
What goes on, on the factory floor
Listen, to my plea
Your business can go hAywire
With reporting of this kind
Be more mindful and more caring
Or sadly you will find

Nothing good coming out of your
Business