The one face
\nthat will haunt you now forever
\nthat dying Raccoon dog
\nwithout its fur
\nripped away to expose
\nits bloodied structure
\negregious torture
\nthats where you were
\nand for that it had to pay
\na price so high its agony
\nmost people
\nwill not even watch it
\nthey will say
\nI cannot watch
\nI will not watch
\nyou cannot make me watch
\nand by them saying this
\nof course each day<\/p>\n
it happens, and some create
\nthe vacuum
\nthey buy their fur trim knowing
\nthey care about the ways
\nthe cold wind makes their own necks
\nraw
\nand not about the animals
\nit plays
\ninto the hands of all those heartless
\nmurderers the fur trade
\nis right up there with them, they
\nderive just so much profit
\nfrom these animals
\nthe Raccoon dog who perished
\nfar away<\/p>\n
was beyond all thought and human
\nimagination
\nbeyond the pale
\nbeyond the words we use
\nthe vileness and the ugliness
\nwe witnessed
\nreally we are all being abused<\/p>\n
just knowing that its happening
\nis terrible
\nand so that we can have
\nan anorak
\nso that we can feel soft fur
\naround our rotten necks
\nthe Chinese do the business
\nand we just hit the sack<\/p>\n
The pigs Korea just proved
\nhow bloody terrible they are
\njust how heartless they’ve become
\nreally just how far
\nsinking in the mire of shock and horror
\npigs are knocked into a giant hole
\nits being done by a JCB and one man
\nwho hoists and pushes live pigs
\nevery soul<\/p>\n
on top of one another bruised and battered
\nscreaming now collectively they all
\nlook as we move in to now observe them
\nthey feel, they know, they really
\nand try just one last call
\nwe are in there in the pit beside them
\nour heartlessness
\nit shows it really does
\nburied alive by tons of earth
\ncreation gave each one true birth
\nand now together just a silent buzz<\/p>\n
which clearly shows
\nus all there is no heaven
\nfor Hell is clearly truthfully in us all
\nthose who do these dreadful things
\nand those who do not stop them
\nand those whose backs are up
\nagainst the wall<\/p>\n
Dogs and Cats
\nagain in China
\nboiled alive
\nfor some crap diner
\nin the street
\nmatter of fact
\nhow does anyone react
\nheld up for the camera shot
\nby some insignificant snot
\nwho smiles, this cat
\nwas petrified
\nfor in a pot of soup it died<\/p>\n
now lifted up for all to see
\nits tortured face
\nhow can it be
\nhow can we let this happen and
\njust look away
\nof course we see
\nbut shut it out and try to say
\nits got nothing to do with me
\ntoday
\nI don’t eat cats I don’t wear fur
\nand I never even heard it purr<\/p>\n
the cow inside the box
\nwe see its eye
\nits great eye
\nrolling free
\nits searching in our souls
\nbut we
\nchoose to look a way
\nand be
\nopposed to this
\nit sickens, so
\nwe look away
\nwe don’t want to know<\/p>\n
and the butchers in that
\nabattoir
\nhonestly they went too far
\ndown the road to sin and woe
\nwhen they tortured that cow
\nas well we know
\nsliced its throat and saw its blood
\nthe captive bolt
\nwe heard that thud
\nas that vile bolt entered its brain
\nand gave it really so much pain
\nbut its still alive it still can see
\nthe heartlessness of you and me
\neventually it does succumb
\nand really it becomes as numb
\nas the butchers men
\nin their pits of slime
\nand the look a ways
\nwho don’t care a dime<\/p>\n
then the calves
\nin Ohio’s place
\nin that farm of farms
\nwhere such disgrace
\nsuch evil torture
\nsuch torrid pain
\nwas handed out
\ntime and again
\nkicking punching
\nstabbing jabbing
\ncows and calves went through
\nit there
\nthat farm was where insanity
\nwas born
\na place of such despair<\/p>\n
those fiends then bragged
\nabout the way they
\nhurt those souls
\nmore everyday
\nthe pitchfork in the udder drew
\nblood and gore
\nits what they do
\nthese frustrated goons
\nthose brain dead creeps
\nwhat they sowed
\nhumanity reaps<\/p>\n
the seals in Canada
\nevery year nursing pups
\nsplit ear to ear
\nby louts with sticks
\nits what we do
\nwe kill and slaughter
\nand pursue
\nour games for fur
\nfor the finest skin
\npaid assassins underpin
\nthe terror
\nfelt by these wee souls
\ndismembered with these bloodied poles<\/p>\n
and then the Bulls
\nin savage Spain
\nthe fights each bites
\nthe dust again
\nthe terror in each Bulls big eyes
\nthe blood loss
\nit just crucifies
\nany spirit we ever had
\nthe matadors
\nforever bad
\ndressed up they are
\nfools who feel
\nwhat they do is very real
\nyes what they do is real alright
\nthey are assassins clad in shite
\nthey sicken me
\nSpain has to see
\nits culture so called
\nshould never be
\nthe karma stacked up
\non them all
\nis pushing them closer to the wall<\/p>\n
the killing fields
\nthe awful frights
\nthe dreadful deaths
\ntheir hairy heights
\nthe insanity its now within
\nwe are the reason
\nwe underpin
\ngive voice to those
\nwho kill and maim
\nfor they all do it
\nin our name<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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