Supermarkets

Going to the supermarkets
The meat counter
Go see
It’s all packed up
In plastic trays
In them what we see
Of course it’s flesh
And it’s sold as meat
Obviously it’s flesh thats dead
With a fairly short life
So we are being led

Away from who the dead flesh once was
A pig a cow a lamb a sheep
a rabbit possibly
A goat
and then some ham a pig preserved to
Look
as though it really still is pink
When actually that’s chemicals
Just in case you think
Dead processed flesh is that sweet colour
Actually it would
Be a nasty grey colour
Yes naturally it should

The chemicals they use to give that cosmetic look
Are really rather dangerous nitrates and nitrites
Hook
into the colouration
Giving it the look
That everyone enjoys with ham
That someone else did cook

The life of a chicken
Is counted just in days
Those jungle chickens far away
Live years
And often raise
Their families
Walking here and there
In jungle pastures, they
Really have the wildest life
And, enjoy each day

Lambs you see them leaping
Playful as can be
Sitting by their mothers sides
In true harmony
Not so what you are looking at
Many get the chop
They hardly have a year of life
Till their little hearts they stop

Many come from New Zealand all those miles away
Shipped by boat frozen solid
Adding to the display
Poor little mites so happy
In the New Zealand green
And ending in a local shop
Their whole damn life has been
Wasted