Live Exports

Tis true, we dare not tell you Until today, at least
Men whatever you have done
It now makes every beast
Whose packed into these wretched trucks
Live Exports that’s our lot
Who perish in such squalor
Just to fill somebody’s pot
The arguments go forward
That life could easily cease
We feel that we have earned the chance
To savour this release
Our offspring perish hourly
Our families you disband
We just ask that you look into
Our eyes, and understand
Understand our torment
Its all here in our eyes
Beastly, whose more beastly?
Surprise surprise surprise
We who lack thought, feel it!
We, who don’t speak say
Ban these bloody exports
Its here its Judgment Day
Then profit from the sensitivity
that’s bound to grow
To nourish and to flourish
Please we need you so

Sent to Lillian and Jim 19th November 1990