A Beagle Farming Facility

Imagine the realisation of ones freedom
Usurped for the good
Of what is pharmacological interests
Which to all intents and purposes should
Still be positive for the intended
In this case the beagle the hound
That is hardy and truly good hearted
But is being caught up to be drowned

In a world of complex illusions
And a miraculously staged play on pain
What is the inhuman creation
Feels that man with his grievance is plain
And simply involved in the outcome
By suggesting that sacrifice will
Produce a true outcome based on reality
This same old chestnut is still

Happening out in the big world
Take Gregg Clark’s most recent move
To overturn East Riding’s deliberations
And follow the line and the groove
Allowing an American monster
To come here providing a way
Of enslaving and farming Beagles and Ferrets
So they with their bodies will pay

The uneasiness that has to follow
It is hostile to say the least
A cheerless persuasion for any occasion
Especially on such a beast
Man’s special friend we say glibly
Whose loyalty all should admire
And its these very obedient servants
That we thrust screaming into our fire

Science has come a long way since the time
Of leeches and lepers and living in grime
Its therefore displeasing to see that some feel
That experimentation is alive and so real
So much so that building a great installation
Of farming the Beagles for cash
For true vivisection for me its rejection
And a transference back to the trash

But clearly the minister feels that it should
Occur and provides the green light
A lifetime of woe for these innocent souls
The reason perpetual night
Brought on by the sequence of cages
And surgical teams then on call
Farming these animals for the explicit purpose
Of experimentation, a wall

Of silence spreads over this building
All manner of horrors will be
Allowed to go on to where darkness has gone
And their loyalty though chiefly key
To relationships
from previous life times
So to set up a business to buy
Beagles to farm causing them so much harm
Before everyone of them die

Killed for the scalpel to test corporate stuff
Drain cleaner something for clean paths enough
Of this crap is now tested and so it must be
That the animals suffer to a hellish degree
Bleeding and harrowed anxious and concerned
Once starry eyed and seemingly turned
Into crimson eyed victims lost in a sea
Lost in the back of some laboratory

A world leading unit their words not mine
With transgenic strains
A. Embryo transfer sign
Biotechnology wrapped up into
A technical insult for someone like you
Its illegitimacy has to malign
The infernal indignity is on the line
Sadistic and excessive relentlessly so
A withering mission that one hopes does not grow