Piglet hell

Imagine being born
Seeing the light of day
Escaping from your mothers place
A clean and holy way out into a farmyard
With filth and ignorance high
On their vile agenda’s wet and warm
To dry
The labouring devil farmers
Into sawdust they
Dry your skin with vermin spin
Torture which is high
On the farming agenda
Arrogance and pain
Manhandling and egregiously
Totally insane