Butchered that’s me

Can you realise fear
It’s engendered right here
I’m a bull being strung up
That’s me
They are after my body
Steaks shins and more
In that rotten farm
I know now how sure

When they came for me
Slit my throat painfully
I feel my eyes close
And loudly I be
Tongues topside and silverside
What’s left for me
My skin will be leather
Perhaps for your shoes
I will be cut up
Yes I shall lose

Everything god given
Life as you know
To barbaric carnivores
Who seemingly grow
Fatter and uglier and heartless
For they
Will reincarnate
More monstrous each day.