Hunters and slaughterhouse workers

Hunters and butchers
and slaughterhouse operatives
One must imagine their childhood
What sent them flying towards blood and guts
Death and destruction on the wilder mutts

Disrespecting
that we each have a life
Unblurred and conspicuous
An observable strife

Must have crept up
and swallowed their
Pitiful ways
Lodged in their third eye
Their inanity slays
An enquiring mind
Became narrow and jaundiced
Hung up on death and the vile ways of killing
The carnivores passion for almost raw meat
With all of the fresh Blood still spilling

into the gravy of lovers
Of all the dead flesh tortured sore
Such a treat
They were told by their fathers
To eat up the sinew and more
It would make them strong
wishful thinking

He works in the Abattoir
Now in Australia
Out on the kill floor
Where blood and where guts
The stench of death
Bungs up his nostrils
Clings to his hair
And pollutes every breath

Why was he working here
Surely much better jobs
But his background came
from his dads fArm
And he
Watched dogs being shot
and calves being branded
And cows de horned their screams
Formed part of his lot

The formative years
The brainwashing era
Children are tortured
By all that they see
Death and the killing of pets
For the table
It’s what the kids do
It’s just how they be

And so onto Animals abusing them
Killing them
A rotten progression to other abuse
Domestic and who knows
A life of real madness
Born with a silver spoon
And a dead goose

Hunters and slaughter men
Where you have come from
Its and arrogant iniquitous
Home life and you
Should go back a relive that life
Or forget it
And realise animals
Do what they do

Because They love life
They live for their families
And you come along
With your rifle and shoot
You are assassins vile
Darkly rotters
Scum of the earth
And it’s all at the root

Of your very being
Death and destruction
Delusional highways
Manic and more
I mean killing leopards
You bitch of a savage
Your way ahead
Sadly is to HELL thats for sure