Her face is one of grim determination<\/p>\n
she is lost, but she fought hard for the life<\/p>\n
she was given<\/p>\n
which we stole so painfully<\/p>\n
of short duration but \u00a0full on such strife<\/p>\n
she never stood and earthly her days<\/p>\n
were vile and dark<\/p>\n
tail docked,<\/p>\n
teeth clipped<\/p>\n
ears tagged<\/p>\n
she slagged<\/p>\n
off for all those tears<\/p>\n
yes they went unnocticed<\/p>\n
by the cafo tribe who were<\/p>\n
actually inhuman trolls<\/p>\n
that seemingly occur<\/p>\n
in these vast sheds of hopelessness<\/p>\n
where fear is in every breath<\/p>\n
disconsolate and comfortless<\/p>\n
that short road unto death<\/p>\n
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ill omened and ominous<\/p>\n
such anger \u00a0at every turn<\/p>\n
the total disregard for life<\/p>\n
and what the porcine yearn<\/p>\n
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the odious rejection<\/p>\n
un loved uncared for they<\/p>\n
beaten black and blue<\/p>\n
most of the time most of the day<\/p>\n
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and when it came to slaughter<\/p>\n
no empathy around<\/p>\n
nothing not the slightest care<\/p>\n
in boiling water drowned<\/p>\n
throats slit we dont bleed out<\/p>\n
we’re still conscious we still feel<\/p>\n
and its in the bubbling tanks of soup<\/p>\n
that rapidly reveal<\/p>\n
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we’re cooked alive the agony<\/p>\n
the spirit in us dies<\/p>\n
nobody to watch us<\/p>\n
and yes of course \u00a0the cries<\/p>\n
are silent at this moment<\/p>\n
for only we can hear<\/p>\n
the words that leave the dying sow<\/p>\n
now resounding in my ear<\/p>\n
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Her face is one of grim determination she is lost, but she fought hard for the life she was given which we stole so painfully of short duration but \u00a0full on such strife she never stood and earthly her days … Continue reading