The Meat Trade rich on arrogance

Cows we know are ruminants
They love the fresh green grass
Discerning they love wild herbs as well
Innately they do class
Various herbs as helpful
Godly knowledge they
Have lots of it
But the farmers take all that away

All animals are herbalists
The magic in their soul
They don’t shop at supermarkets
They are in their control
But the dairies and the dead flesh trade
Think they know the score
They feed cows on corn they just seem torn
With a nutritional war

The cud chewed not in dairies
Gm corn and flour
Antibiotics and growth hormones
Dosed up every hour
Six months these cows grow like wildfire
This is what we do
Profit is the key word
The punters yea that’s you

When you scoff your burgers
Of your hot dogs possibly
You guts get full of salty shit
Your liver becomes fatty
Your heart does get lazy
Those poor cows suffer too
All the shit pumped into them
For that is what they do

Their flesh is nothing natural
Its spiked with Big Pharma
No exercise nothing wholesome
Thankfully there’s karma
And dairies and dead flesh purveyors
Their come uppence it is soon
The daily torture of animals
It does feel like high noon

Their suffering immensely
Their calves stolen away
Killed in some shit slaughter House
And mothers cry all day
Skinned for all those leather boots
And coats that people wear
And cut in joints for brownie points
And, awful despair

Dead flesh doesn’t look so good
When cooked and made into stuff
The need is to add the nitrites
That’s when life gets tough
Cancer’s are waiting in the wings
And surprise surprise maybe
Salmonella and E. coli
No extra charge it’s free