Channelled via the BADGERS

The set of our horror tale
Comes from the wild
From the counties of England
All so called self styled
Places of honour
Of privilege for
The wild folk who live and abound
In the raw

In the damp Demostration
Our decisive role
Cut out of some hollow
Wherein lies our soul
We are playful and sentient
With certainty we
Have lived in this earth
For an eternity

Our grounded authoritative
Self evident ways
From the bowels of our mother
We spent many days
The clan known as Farmer and HUnter
Did stalk
The highways and byways
Wherever we walk

They are discriminatory appraising
Our worth
As vectors of TB
Which comes from the earth
A sickness that tactlessly
Generates pain
For the cows in the sheds
And Their concrete refrain

Once we might share a field or a grove
Or a hillock somewhere
Where all of us rove
But somehow how do we
As ungulates they
Are frightfully holed up
In halls of dismay

They talk to us wild souls
But not in our tongue, in thoughts
Pure and simple
All of us among
The animal clan
Pass out thoughts in this way
And the poet Rex is agog
So they say

These humans their husbandry
Lacks a true art
The skill and the balance
Has gone for a start
Living in the earth
Replaced by a need
The corporate argument has to succeed

Reversing the shield in a contrary way
And dividing us all who come out to play
Cherish and share the great outdoors where they
Live out their lives most every day
Creation debated a place where we might
Honour our mother and live in the light
Some preferred darkness, some knew to where
They would live and would die
In the cool of the air

We are the Badgers our setts are where we
It’s a great hell and a true travesty
Telling us we transmit bugs which we do
And the ungulates say we are scapegoats
It’s true
From the bystanders who
Get the blame that’s the claim
It’s what farmers do
The voiceless they call us
As if we don’t know, we all link up
And It’s those fools down below

They are the high and mighty
With big brains but they
Have such ugly thoughts
At the end of the day
They are morbid, they gossip
Their indifference appears
Its each a sense of thought
And That brings badgers to tears
Out into the open conditioned by now
To hear that the thoughtless have
all of the power

The great corporations
Giants in their own right
The traders in dead flesh
Who work very well in the dead of the night
In the dark in the shadows in nocturnal grief
Who set out our stall and know the belief
A System so prevalent abstract as hell
all this Lucabration makes their brains swell
With the wrong thoughts about us
About foxy too
Such. Inattention
What does it all do?

It leads to disaster
For us all everywhere
This new band of Tories their noses in the air
They feel Hares and foxes should be slaughteredk too
By the land of gentry who do what they do
Ride hide and slaughter that’s what they do creating
Pall mayhem for wildness its true

It’s what we are made of
We are of the earth
We are close to our Mother
We know her true worth
Their degrees of glaucoma, each opening eye
Sees the sadness of guilty who tries to apply
distortion really of wild souls
Who feel
They have a place in their forest for real

The cows poor old females subjugated and lost
Their babies who scar their heartstrings their cost
Kidnapped and slaughtered this is what we do
This is the dairy. And all this is true
FArmers are out of it that is for sure
They talk only of profit outside their door
The pus filled soup antibiotics and all,
that gets into our bodies aNd breaks every rule

Humans they buy it and use it for they
Get their calcium from it
And boy do they pay

We badgers are clearly the victims and gwe
Are to be culled a word that means we
The yes men the dead men mortgaged up to their ears
Living in fear and sharing their tears
We are to be shot down or gassed and we know
That we are the innocent always in the flow
The disease of the century is TB it’s ignorant humans whose arrogant plea
Whose darkness is written their own heads and they
No nothing of truth at the end of the day

We have existed for centuries
We reside in our sett
With out
R will to be freeAnd not in any debt
We are macrobiotic as are all of our kind
We are all embracing with all of our mind
We can work in the darkness with unrivalled power
Matchless in fact in each muddy tower

Of existence to fathom out what we must do
To counter the lies the humans who woo

The grey people rulers the parliamentary poo
Who rule with an iron fist over people like you
Murdering scum and the dumbed down who do not view our deaths just the pill that is blue
The vagueness the unnatural state of affairs where death and destruction are saying their prayers

We are the Badgers we are the ones
Preparing to die and the farmers gunsAre
Are waiting
They are coming to shoot us all down!leaving our bodies to rot around town
we are the Badgers we have done nothing wrong
The countryside really is where we belong
We don’t blame the cowshed lament though is loud
It’s those vile politicians oft seen in the crowd
With mouths like great caverns and brains like wet straw
Who know how to shout when it comes down to WAR