Poor Pigs

The poor old pigs are getting stick

everywhere we go

Red  tractors Advertising Boards

and diners think they know

where their pork flesh comes from

from what they think and see

the torture and the mayhem

its forgotten  tragically

the dark infested cell blocks

dumping where they snore

overcrowded disrespected

people just ignore

their feelings and their emotions

And how they made their way

and all the time were prodded

and shouted at that day

they heard the cries of family members

And how it  struck a chord

smelling the  blood of one’s relatives

and then seeing the bloodied  sword.