Turkeys

It comes every year
Imagine the terror
Imagine the fear
Inside a Turkey Farm
Which appears stark
Where thousands of birds
Are making their mark

Think Turkey Breeding
Men do it all
Forceps to the fore
f—-d as a rule
In a terrible way
No orgasms here
1200 per hour
From the masked cavalier

Who treats them so dastardly
These wretched souls
Sex what a pity its all
about goals,
Margins, and profit
thats what we see
300 million, birds and they be
in a 3 sq foot area
in a vast shed
beaks burned off painfully
which fills them with dread

As babies theyre taken
They don’t see mama
She’s hanging upside down
By now, somewhere far
In the great slaughterhouse
Where the murders take place
Huge heavy birds their throats
slashed, a disgrace

Fluttering Spluttering, splattering
blood falls just like so much rain
They thrash in their death dance
They never stood a chance
Nothing there could be humane
Microwave amputation of toes
carries on
The babies are growing
Now the mothers are gone
The first tranche no doubt
To be frozen and sold
In the great supermarkets
Great Ice balls of gold

Christmas is coming
The public can’t wait
To pick up a dead soul
tortured, at a rate
that was truly unspeakable
its short life of woe
Was Subjected to rapes
every week as you know
Christmas is coming
Santa on his sleigh
The vanquished feel violence
heading their way

Dragged through existence
Commodities who
Were imprisoned and tortured
for thats what they do
And then slaughtered mercilessly
it pains me to say
Happy Christmas
to you lot
Have a great Day

As a vegan with close to
4 decades now free
of scoffing down
dead flesh
placed in front of me
with the savoury stuffing
pushed up its arse
and roasted with goose fat
So what comes to pass

Is that so many angels
Will die so that you
Can fill up your guts
and the vast sewers too
What a waste of an innocent
Godly creation
Put on this earth
For some sort of salvation
instead it found Hell
it found humanity
and a life packed with pain
and such insanity