Beating up little lambs getting them into the slaughterhouse

Transporting baby lambs out to the slaughter house
Already they feel fear and anxiety
Herded and on arrival of course they just don’t want to go
So they pull them by their ears or tails you know
Brutal vile inconsiderate oafs they sadly
Swear and kick and make them go inside
The animals smell the death of many relatives
But can’t hear their cries which the meat trade doth provide
Cruelty on tap it’s just so easy
To frighten little animals you see
And the carnivores they tell us about the lovely meat they eat
Forgetting the long term results,
yea karmically.

On Facebook they come and think it’s pleasing to hear their exploits with eating baby animals