Category Archives: Pigs

A little white pig A little blue bowl And water for him to play The joy he feels His silent squeals And the thrills he feels It has to be a way The rapture and exaltation His abandonment of fear … Continue reading →

A happy meat pig Picked up by its ear And given a shot of the worst kind Of fear Dragged through its own shit Thats what we see Thats what we do How can that be Activists we are We … Continue reading →

Pigs and piglets suffer so Our truculency now how we throw Piglets about like tennis balls Manhandled like a bunch of fools These are miracles created well Tiny sentient a magic spell 4 little legs a curly tail And beautiful … Continue reading →

4 years young So I am hung My throat cut I bleed out Before this utter torture If you were in any doubt Just go see what happened A piglet Had my tail Snipped off by some arse ole Clearly … Continue reading →

Its no way to live And its no way to die What we see here before us We have to ask why This is not husbandry This is a crime Beating little babies All of the time Where are your … Continue reading →

This is where pigs are kept this is the place Where gall and where bitterness and the disgrace Of purporting to keep pigs when actually they Torture and murder them everyday Their wrathfulness sickens their tantrums arn’t small With such … Continue reading →

After birth What is there A great sea of diarrhoea Her babies lying immersed in it Really ear to ear Whimpering, the reality Of swallowing this muck Of choking on its vileness Where no one gives a fcuk! Do they … Continue reading →

We need more sadistic surgeons In the British Armed forces Who can take live pigs and operate On them, that’s what some do With a terrible bedside manner And no Hippocratic oath These worthless bits of shit Are nothing but … Continue reading →

We really have to put hearts and minds Into the concentration camps Existing now all over Europe Full of killing floors and ramps Universal violence All those bloody awful bars Really armies of crippled victims Most now seeing stars Pissing … Continue reading →

The undisputed champions Of vileness to pigs anywhere Has to be Australia A Land of sunshine To beware Lucent shows us that Hell is here It’s of our making With all the fear That any man just anywhere Could conjure … Continue reading →

The insensitive repellant farmhands Who thought To dress up a dead pig A cynical sort of damnable screwballs Thought to, vulgarise With their lack of respect Which comes as no surprise Unfeeling odious pranksters Who be Congenital dropouts Such idiocy … Continue reading →

At the end of the day All the animals pay For the margin and the Final cost We all have been brainwashed to think of ourselves We are drawn to the food Off the cheapest of shelves Fair trade and … Continue reading →

Imagine the lack of compassion With how Someone would spray on the back of this Sow With it’s pretty pink piglets all Looking on “Destroy” to their mother now Nursing upon This farmer so called, he must be among The … Continue reading →

Lyall Watson had his finger On the potential role of pigs He understood them and realised Their observation digs Deep into their psyche Into their fascination for Life just how resourceful they are Who dares ignore he was obvious about … Continue reading →

Innocent sweet beings Underneath the sky Very social creatures Always asking why They have to be transformed into Filth for they do not Operate in such vile ways It’s, not how they got To where they are It’s totally wrong … Continue reading →

Yule brings us hope Yule brings us light Yule brings us pain And nothing to gain That window in Camden A piglet asleep A piglet was killed And this poet does weep This poet did cry This poet did see … Continue reading →

Pigs are almost human in their makeup so much so  in human surgery pigs being so sensitive unlike human beings as mothers they are wonderful to see     to rape a sow as this rape took place last year … Continue reading →

  my skin is your crackling the cost is I lost I was born but was torn for  on your grill was tossed       the gestation crate my birthplace my fate trodden on by my mother why   … Continue reading →