A pigs life is no life anymore

Anger and resentment

the slaughterers  have become

sullen and full of bitterness

virulent and numb

most created malevolence

wrathfulness and rage

piqued embittered rancorous

completely off the page

and how they treat the pigs you eat

the bacon the hot dogs

the Sunday roast

give up the ghost

just a bunch of trog’s

their hearts of wood all knotted

their souls devoid of care

they violate the beings

and all  are so aware

the insemination process

irascibly they scold

the sexual act devoid of love

everything’s so  cold

petulance, choleric, crusty peevish gits

introduce the semen

what a a bunch of shits!

animals have feelings

more sentient than men

they have a warmth and an intercourse

no intimacy and when

man exerts his ardour

his violence what they do

is puke inside their being

for they haven’t got a clue 

then the males get fucked up

castrated just like that

a pair of pliars those bloody liars

many are too fat

to move their ugly arses

and all they do is be

cruel and vile and just defile

the animals for free

then frustration surfaces

the antipathy is there

a loathing a detestation

that all these  killers share

the innocent are in their hands

humanity stands guard

behind closed doors

such evil now captured by the bard

the punishers are punishing

resentful through and through

any chance to beat the sows

until they are black and blue

until they are just terrified

they dont know what to do

their suffering is evident

the innocence is too

and then its time for slaughter

carted off they go

thrust into a smelly truck

of course each one does know

where it is they are going

the great death camp is where

the smell of death hangs over them

and each of them does share

the frightening confusion

the flagrant monstrous acts

the unedifying consequence

they just cannot relax

herded down the corridors

of torture into where

their throats are slit

and they are hung dancing in the air

dancing in the death throes

bleeding out like mad

then dropped into scalding tanks

oh god the sty was bad

but here its all vindictiveness

Nemesis aroused

grudgeful gloating pitiless monsters

in here they are housed

jealous green eyed monsters

unpunished for their  crimes

evil speaking loiterers

the sign of the times

unloving and unaffectionate

hostile all the while

ungenerous harbitten

grim faced that’s their style

brutal rough and truculent

ghoulish even they

its all intimidation

for us just every day