Meat = dead flesh and profits not prophets

Factory farms have spread across
This country pretty fast
Huge scale indoor facilities
That state of affairs is cast
Far and wide with hundreds
Of animals inside
Really a robotic rise
Which farmers have denied
Cows in fields munching on grass
Was a scene from yester year
Pigs in outside hutches
And chickens that appear
out of holes in raggity barns
Are in the minority
Its caged up featherless monsters
Who most just never see
In a violent ocean
Of ammonia and poo
Many cannot flap their wings
Even if they’d like to
Beaks were snipped off
Years ago
The Pecking order spelt
Out across vast smelly sheds
All the cards were dealt

Mother pigs in Gestation crates
Protoplasmic hell
Lying on these concrete traps
For a long long spell
Bed sores aches and lameness
Economies of scale
Dosed up with robotic grub
Farming cannot fail
The BBC has pulled it
Thanks to the NFU
Who do Not want the public
Seeing what they do
Primrose in the lush grass
A bell around her scrag
Is not What Most eyes
see These days
In a way its a red rag

To the bullish farmers
Who do regenerative stuff
Whose cows are in the meadows
Where Life is not that tough
Where badgers are the culprits
And where of course TB
Sailed across the countryside
And affects them constantly
800 very Intensive farms
Prisons so to say
Concentrated feed lots
Best look the Other way
The stench is Nostril bursting
The cows stand up all day
They never feel sun on their backs
And truthfully they pay

eco friendly farming
Its what its all about
But with a 26 per cent rise
In intensive farms some doubt
Really on the truth behind
The factors that we see
Small farmers getting kicked about
Whilst conglommerates now be

Computerization of everything
Increasing dead flesh fast
Milk production on a scale
Consumers are aghast
By concentrated feed lots
The Absence of the whole
A kind of soulless unnaturalness
Where systems now control

Bloody nearly everything
Animal husbandry
Huge amounts of blood and guts
And no transparency
All done behind high walls
The stench of hell for those
Who work the indoor concentration
Camps
With a need to peg their nose

Dead flesh for me is abhorrent
I cannot believe that we
Human beings on this earth
Imagine it to be
A pastime of tHe heavenly
Feeding animals well
On a profitable basis
Just so we can sell

Their dead flesh to the masses
Or export animals live
On trailers then on ships
Out to the Middle East
Connive
With others in the manipulation
Of living creatures who
Were given godly life forms
To do with as we do

Intensive raising profits
Not a prophet Anywhere
Tear down ancient forests
Confront the force of where
Oxygen was prevalent
But wooden paradise
Is literally done away with
We are very precise

Taking out wild creatures
And medicinal plants
Exchanging purest oxygen
Its a great big game of chance
Where carbon and where methane
Rise in ugly clouds
And just warm up the planet
In satanic shrouds

We truly need more vegans
Their sublimity
Eating what we feed the cows
Each Plant based melody
Of fresh organic nature
Life giving All the way
All this intensive murder
sees our karma in decay

So much negativity
Misinformation too
It is so hypocritical
What the Meat Trade do
Really its the murder trade
The killings they go on
From tiny little babies
It really is a con

Dupery and skullduggery
Untruths everywhere
We dose them to the eyeballs
With drugs and their despair
We cover up the abattoirs
Behind high walls they be
Death camps on a huge scale
Where slaughter men agree

The dead flesh wallers
Ought to
See what does go on
All the blood and guts and skin
And Methane
Now upon
This wretched world we live in
Where more and more and more
Animals are put to death
In a never ending war