A rope around my neck
\npulled onto the ground
\nhit with a bar
\nin our own blood we’re
\ndrowned
\ntied to a RAIL
\nsmacked by the yobs
\ntrucked off to somewhere
\n“Barber”, now robs
\nthe emotion of tears
\nas the cow bucks and knows
\nshe’s for it she’s had it
\nher torment it grows
\nthis is the state
\nof the woeful, for they
\nare trussed up and tangled
\nin ropes
\nand they pay
\nfor the miserable exporters
\nleaving them there
\nlegs tied together
\npulled tight they don’t care
\nwhy would we care
\nthe sun’s out and we
\ngo down to the beach
\nwhere else could we be?
\nif you were a live export
\nyou’d be on the ground
\na knife slices your throat
\nthey don’t make a sound
\nthis is the evil
\nthis is now true
\nthis s the ghastly news
\nits about you
\nAustralia ships us
\nand leave us to be
\ntreated like sacks of logs
\nthats actually
\nbut we are alive
\nwe have feelings and can
\ncry with the next cow
\n so why dont you ban<\/p>\n
ALL LIVE EXPORTS NOW<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A rope around my neck pulled onto the ground hit with a bar in our own blood we’re drowned tied to a RAIL smacked by the yobs trucked off to somewhere “Barber”, now robs the emotion of tears as the … Continue reading