Flat House Farm Lutterworth

It saddens me to see the way
Farms treat pigs
For they
Are very very sensitive
And caring They display
Tenderness and intelligence
And Much care for young
And nest and really
Enjoy life
Yes living among

Their family and their friends
In woodland glory
But today
I speak of one
Farm in Lutterworth
So not that far away
Displaying the RED TRACTOR
Whatever that Bloody well means
Open the doors
And dare to look
to hell on Earth it seems.

Brutality and ignorance
And, wilful neglect
These animals that cannot sweat
It’s important they are checked
Regularly and cared for
But here we understand
The disrespect is awful
And apparently every hand

Is tragically unwilling
To look after them
Be friends with them
It’s unwarrantable, the shock
One gets inhaling filth and hate
The tyranny does lock
Onto every fibre in ones body
And the cries
The bastardy conclusion
You begin to realise

A lot of pigs are starving
A great melee of souls
All piled on one another
Violating roles
It’s just desecration
Deprived of light and air
And all of it unjustified
The buggers there don’t care

And this is down town England
Where our standards supposedly
Are higher than the mountains
This is where we be
Overstocking sensitives
Absconding from what’s right
Betraying every promise
Traitors to the light

Dastardly humiliation
A meanness through and through
The ugly stench of human hate
They are spurned and rebuffed
The view
One gets is such displeasure
Such indignation too
They call themselves farmers
A niggling carping few

Animals in constant pain
All the worst for wear
I hope they are castigated
And closed down, it’s not fair
That animals should be cast
In this vile cesspit and ill
Their shabbiness is beyond the pale
One look gives me a chill

Parading their Red Tractor
As if that gives them grace
Where is their moral turpitude
Every single face
Looking out and into ours
Tortuous and sad
What we do behind closed doors
Is drive our angels mad

Their innocence is everything
Unspotted and undefiled
What man does to the humble soul
Gets me really riled
These were godly creatures
Perfect miracles they
Guilty of misdemeanours that will
NEver go away

Where are the good people
The caring sharing, where
Everyone transgressing
Causing such despair
The threats these pigs are suffering
The agony they feel
Look into their eyes and see
Their woefulness is real

And these are to be spare ribs
Bacon and the rest
Living in a quagmire
Constantly distressed
Violently being broken
Their will just tossed away
Be the judge and jury
And close that farm today

There isn’t excuses
For cruelty of this kind
Contravening every law
Imagine in their mind
Those pigs are suffering hardship
Again you and The pain
What have they done to expect
This shit
And it’s happening again

The stench the picture before our eyes
A battlefield of greed
So ugly and so evil
This is where they feed
This is where they dump this is where
They sleep
Condemned to hell on earth
For what
Why should angels reap

The utter deprivation
Total iniquity
There isnt any morals here
Just amorality
The Conduct it is infamous
It’s rotten depravity
And every soul unfortunate
Enough to now just be
Part of this wrong doing
Now Needs an escape
From wrong
This is a miscreants hovel
Where none of them belong

I pray they are taken away
And put in sanctuary
How can they be abused any longer