The stench of death
Engages the nostrils of those who
Carry out the annihilation
And help to make the stew
The lethally destructive
Labourers of sin
Who gas and lunge their sharpened knives
And pierce the lone sows skin
She screams beyond the ear range
A shrieking vile refrAin
Blood spurts from out of her jugular
We all can feel her pain
An ugly contusion
A bitter sweet desire
Gassing her harassing her
And putting her to fire
Take your children to the death camp
That fatalistic blow
The saw that cuts her clear in half
As many of us know
Turning on a cutting board
And showing us just how
A pig is cut in pieces
And is ready for us now