They are sensitive creatures
\nthe chickens and turkeys
\nthe castrated cocks
\nbecome Capons of course
\nat Easter at Christmas
\nand at Thanksgiving
\nthe marketing prowess
\nthe Meat Traders force
\ntheir power of attorney
\nand gravitate powerfully
\nusing the parasite spreaders
\nof lies
\nto brainwash the people
\nand so to encourage
\nthem to go and buy
\nbut not realise
\nthey have been pressured
\nto form this great market
\nthat wants to eat chickens and turkeys
\nand so
\nthey create this market
\nand it has potential
\nand work to providing
\nand hope it does grow<\/p>\n
methods of killing
\nneed looking at obviously
\nas markets grow
\nso the designs must be
\nable to cope with the through put
\nof killings
\nthe warped and the weird
\nto the fore
\ninstantly<\/p>\n
creating the evil
\nthe rankest deceit
\nand these vile control funnels
\nthat kind of unseat
\nme when I look at them
\nknowing that they
\nwill kill hordes of sweet birds
\njust for Christmas Day<\/p>\n
turn them upside down
\nforce them into the place
\na simple funnel
\nbut such a disgrace
\na bird of such majesty
\nmeets its sad end
\nplucked stretched and broken
\nand it can’t defend
\nitself in this state
\nmeasured by design
\na factor I hate
\nand the great spinning line<\/p>\n
in the factory the cafo
\nthe murdering breed
\nthe conveyors of death
\nthe purveyors succeed
\nin selling the corpses
\nplucked clean but ofcourse
\nare beginning to rot
\nas par for the course<\/p>\n
a wodge of fat pork flesh
\nminced into a ball
\nwith some sage and some onion
\nits now well a rule
\nits bunged up the arse of a dead turkey
\nand
\nroasted a sickness
\nI can’t understand
\nhow depraved we’ve become
\nhow the marketing boys
\nhow they murder and some
\nin the meat trade
\nremember how once long ago
\nthey hardly sold turkeys
\nbut now as we know<\/p>\n
so many murdered
\ntorn out of life
\nbroken and busted
\nand given such strife
\nand it all down to money
\nts all full on pain
\nand each year we eat more
\nand more and again<\/p>\n
we listen to adverts
\nwe carry the can
\nwe roast the sad host
\nin the extra large pan
\nwe consume all those chemicals
\nand all the pain
\nall the strife
\nits lost life
\nagain and again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They are sensitive creatures the chickens and turkeys the castrated cocks become Capons of course at Easter at Christmas and at Thanksgiving the marketing prowess the Meat Traders force their power of attorney and gravitate powerfully using the parasite spreaders … Continue reading