At some time in our lives
\neach of had our favourite pet
\nmaybe a cat may be a dog
\nsome soul who kind of let
\nthemselves into our heart
\ninto our soul
\nthey came to be
\njust little balls of fluff
\nat first
\nbut you know gradually<\/p>\n
we really got to know them
\nwe loved them tenderly
\nthey were always there for us
\ncomforting us, for me
\ncats and dogs have done that
\nand were part of my family
\nand when anything happened to them
\nand they died how could it be<\/p>\n
how could we live without them
\ntheir little soul we knew
\nand they were always around for us
\nwe knew what they could do
\nwe took them to the park with us
\nwe played with them, we cared
\nthey all responded happily
\nwe bonded and we shared<\/p>\n
those magic times together
\nwe nursed them and they nursed us
\nwhen we called them
\nof course they came
\nand some times we did cuss
\nbut still they came
\nstill they seemed
\nhappy and made us so
\nour pets have been our inspiration
\nas all of you will know<\/p>\n
and so these memories
\nstay within our psyche, they remind us when we see
\nwhat’s really going on today
\nin China
\nwhat is truly grotesque
\nabout the culture there
\nthe massacre of cats and dogs
\nwhich make us feel despair<\/p>\n
for we remember each soul who came
\ninto our families, we
\ncan identify with the victims
\nwe feel for them instantly
\nit really rams the message home
\nthe culture difference there
\nwhat we do behind closed doors
\nthe Chinese butchers share<\/p>\n
they just are ordinary people
\nbut not ordinary at all
\nthey are handling and torturing
\ncats and dogs who call
\nout we hear them mewing and growling
\nand we know
\nand just despise the methods
\nthat clearly are now in tow<\/p>\n
cages tightly packed with cats
\nmewing from their hearts
\nplastic bags packed tightly
\nslung up on great carts
\nwe can see there’s movement
\nthere’s cats packed tightly there
\nboil in a bag
\nwhose lost their rag?
\nare the public there, aware?<\/p>\n
a cauldron boiling on the pavement
\nand into it they go
\nthe desperation of these souls
\nas rapidly they know
\nthe boiling water puts an end
\nto their mewing clearly we
\nsee blood and guts exposed
\nand now the soup that’s running free<\/p>\n
a blow lamp held and trained on a cat
\nhooked upon a wall
\nsinging off its body hair
\nwe feel hatred for them all
\nthe Chinese race is the vilest
\nthat’s how we tend to view
\nthem being just so blatant
\nand maybe in front of you<\/p>\n
in the streets of Guang dong
\nit happens every day
\nno one even blinks their eye
\nthis is the normal way
\nthey do not hide their killings
\nits done in broad daylight
\nthe street scene is the abattoir
\nwhether this is wrong or right<\/p>\n
that is what they do there
\nnothing stands a chance
\ncats are cut up whilst still alive
\nwitness their painful dance
\ncrawling on the bloody slab
\ntrying to get away
\nbut with pieces being cut off of them
\nthey soon call it a day<\/p>\n
I can’t imagine how they felt
\nbeing cut up in the street
\npeople walking by them
\nit appears not to unseat
\ntheir emotions no one cares it seems
\na cat a dog so what
\nthey are being sacrificed
\nfor a soup which is their slot<\/p>\n
dogs big dogs are tied up on the railings
\nalive they are then butchered for all to see
\nslashing lumps out of them as they cry out
\nas they struggle
\nas they wonder why on earth it has to be
\nloyal of course we know they are and loving
\nbut in China that won’t count for much at all
\nif they are identified, as dinner
\nthen soon they will be hanging on the wall<\/p>\n
clearly there’s a mindlessness apparent
\nno consideration of the plight
\nclearly thoughts of pain lost in the moment
\nempty headed possibly and not bright
\nirrational and absent from creativeness
\nuncertain doubtful misjudging what they do
\nuneducated and possibly unknowing
\nuntaught untutored unread and clueless too<\/p>\n
psychopathic a delusional insanity
\nreally feeble minded and obsessed
\nreally they don’t have an expectation
\nand no one really could say they were blessed
\nwith any thoughts of right or wrong
\nfor clearly
\nthey have no clarification in their mind
\nthus they have no choice it might appear to them
\na baleful baneful spirit far behind<\/p>\n
dilapidated shacks collapsed and run down
\ncontamination there for all to feel
\ndisorganised bedevilment clearly the worse for wear
\nthe westerners are beside themselves for real
\ncarnage it is carnage they eviscerate
\ncats and dogs pulled out of cages where
\nyou can hear the last cries as they meet their untimely end
\na source of danger on the thoroughfare <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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