A sad Christmas Wail

The Meat Trade
Is guilty
The Dairy Trade too
All of these killings
I tell you I am through
For more than half a century
I ‘ve watched them die
Tortured to death
Even cooked in a pie
Bits of dead animals
Cups of calf snot
Blood pus and infant food
You like a lot
Custard and ice cream and
Cheese on your plate
Babies are dying
At a huge rate
So many corpses
So Many sighs
So many teardrops
Falling from the skies