The death camp

They are what they are
Death camps of old
Where sweet life is exchanged
For death and the cold
Hand of delusion
So frightening where
Beautiful animals
Don’t have a prayer
Of a chance off the truck forced down
A chute
The kill floor
Yes what for
Total disrepute.

We hear them we see them
We feel them we do
The fear in their hearts
It’s there breaking through
Stealing the oxygen
Closing their eyes
As they swing from the great hooks
And we realise

Death comes to all
It’s fearsome is sad
The death camp presents itself
Terribly bad