Pigs

Pigs are extremely sensitive
They are actually clean
They use mud which is cooling
No sweat glands it’s obscene
For pig farmers
To pack them into dirty filthy pens
Lacking air and principle
For me that’s where it ends
Pigs are loving mothers
Pigs are clever souls
Beating them and injuring them
These are not human roles
They like The open woodland
Rain upon their back
The gas chambers we kill them with
Is a vile means of attack