Commodifying animals

Artificiality
Cruelty beyond the scope
Of thought and ethicality
Really babies have no hope
Kept on dirty filthy floors
Their trotters cut and torn
Piglets in a dark dark hell
Since they have been born

Their inner normality
Just stolen away
Instinctively their behavioural stance
They are made to pay
Kept in a hot and sweaty place
Clean water not a drop
No sweat glands it’s inhuman
Not cream of the crop

Left to hurt most of the day
Eyes caked up and sore
A prisoner of circumstance
Like no Angel before
Fed on slop and fly blown maggots
Crawling here and there
A lost soul in a filthy barn
With nothing but despair

And it’s going to end up
As bacon
I know that do you
All that pain and suffering
It’s demented what we do
To miracles of creation
Gifted by the gods
No farmer could ever create one
They are a all a bunch of sods

Margin and profit ratios
Are what it’s all about
Food in reduce the overheads
Be now in no doubt
A pig has momentous intelligence
And a way of life
All its many life times
And It doesn’t need this strife.