Bundled into huge great wagons
\nDo you know how that feels?
\nwe are thinking caring loving souls
\nwell it reveals
\na hatred in our tender hearts
\nits picked up from the way
\nyou humans treat us,and hurt us
\nand make all of us pay<\/p>\n
inside this truck, this hell hole
\nof your making
\nwe are crammed
\neach time the driver makes a move
\nall of us are slammed
\nbruised and lacerated
\nthe forces out there, we
\nare subject to his vagaries
\nwhich clearly we can’t see<\/p>\n
through those slatted windows
\nour various eyes do peer
\nand the other day
\na tender soul came by
\nto help, it was clear
\nthey were real sweet humans
\nwho stroked us and who spoke
\na gentle voice when they had the choice
\nin our urine yes we soak<\/p>\n
we smelled we stunk
\nwe were dirty
\nour faces lost in grime
\nbut this soul didn’t show concern
\njust love and all the time
\nreal love and affection
\ndespite our sordid state
\nthat little bit of contact
\nreally it felt great <\/p>\n
we all stand here knowing
\nnow only too well
\nhell is soon to be
\nstopping for this moment
\nwe were fortunate to see
\nthe calibre of human
\nthat really clearly cares
\nthat shows us
\nreal compassion
\nand an answer to our prayers<\/p>\n
we’re sad and we’re lamenting
\nat the state we are all in
\nwe each cry an ocean
\nwith excuses wearing thin
\nwe cannot really realise
\nwhy humans have become
\nso awful and so heartless
\nand spiritually so numb<\/p>\n
psychopathic monsters
\nwho cruelly let us know
\nthey torture us as babies
\nand more so as we grow
\nat every stage of our short lives
\nwe feel the human wrath
\nwe have to lay in our own shit
\nand follow your sick path<\/p>\n
to slaughter
\nwhere we witness
\neach others sad demise
\nwe go out of this hell hole
\nand its really no surprise
\nto have to witness
\nslaughter
\nof a sister
\nor a daughter
\nto have to bleed inside ourselves
\nas we then feel the blade and cry
\ncry out as we realise
\nthat no one hears us die<\/p>\n
for you will use
\nand so abuse
\nand eat us
\neat our rotting meat
\nsauces creams and fuck knows what
\nits enough yes to unseat
\nany of us but your chef’s
\nthe TV diners they proclaim
\ndominion its your religion
\nwhere nobody will share the blame<\/p>\n
the vileness that we suffer
\nthe torture that we see
\nfrom the ugly rotten cowardly creeps
\nthat had looked after me
\nall of us are crying
\nall of us have pain
\nall of us are dying
\nand all of it in vain<\/p>\n
insanity is everywhere
\nin this awful place today
\nso to feel a soft hand
\nfrom a soul
\nwho shared in our dismay
\nwho pats us
\nand who chats with us
\nand helps us all to see
\nthat not all humans
\nare rotten to the core
\nsome care, and we<\/p>\n
feel such humiliation
\nour lives so wasted here
\nthe evil that abounds for us
\nno pity only fear
\nsuch panic we were feeling
\nand the tenderness you gave
\nthe foul air of this wagon
\nand knowing no one could save <\/p>\n
us now we all have had it
\nwe have to go and die
\nwe have to take those final steps
\nand so we say goodbye
\nall our hearts are broken
\nas these final thoughts we share
\nour lives were a sad token
\nfilled with utter despair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Bundled into huge great wagons Do you know how that feels? we are thinking caring loving souls well it reveals a hatred in our tender hearts its picked up from the way you humans treat us,and hurt us and make … Continue reading