The united colours of Benetton
\nAnd the scourge of Angora which
\nDrifts across the psyche and of course
\nCan pitch
\nA struggle for survival
\nAn agony of thought
\nAs Rabbits sweet and innocently
\nAre In the madness caught<\/p>\n
Their graceful warmth provider
\nThe sanctity of soul
\nThe purest fur in all the land
\nIndeed the created role
\nDevised by any powerful act
\nOf nature to allow
\nA Rabbit in its environment
\nTo be comfortable and to wow
\nand stores soon find
\nIt’s spirit with a gentleness
\nAnd an innocence and be
\nAllowed this coat of wonderment
\nFor all eternity<\/p>\n
Till man unkind discovers
\nThere wherefore all to make
\nAlarming moves to torture
\nAnd otherwise just take
\nBy piece work out in China
\nStrip and pull away
\nThe enormity of torture
\nIn a vile and spiteful way<\/p>\n
And it’s not to kill the animals
\nBut to continue to enslave
\nAnd violate their purity
\nA factor now so grave
\nTheir screams unlock the passion
\nTheir rapes excite our tears
\nwe know the dark and frightful
\nMethods heighten all our fears<\/p>\n
The rabbits shocked confused destroyed
\nIn spirit are returned
\nTo cages to recover
\nTill again they are stripped and burned
\nripped of all their body fur
\nTorn out at the roots
\nIt happens till their hearts give out
\nFor the profit clearly suits<\/p>\n
And Benetton United colours
\nUnderrated the need
\nTo so protect the innocent
\nThe voiceless and indeed
\nOur very own true selves
\nWho suffer as they do
\nWhen profit is the driving force
\nThe margin lets Them screw <\/p>\n
the animals
\nThe workforce
\nEach customer who buys
\nWho is left completely
\nIgnorant of the rabbits soulful eyes
\nOf the agony and terror of the really devious way
\nOf profit before love and care
\nAnd an ethical display<\/p>\n
The girls and boys went forth
\nSet up their stall and played
\nThe crowds built up true empathy
\nVery few their strayed
\nTo pass us by, the police the council
\nThey did come to be
\nHopeful we would go away
\nThey didn’t
\nWant to see
\nOr hear our voices it was all too much
\nFor them but we
\nAre the protestors for the innocent
\nFor the voiceless whose symphony<\/p>\n
Moves us to cry out to those
\nLost inside their soul
\nWho take advantage of the weak
\nTo score their financial goal<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The united colours of Benetton And the scourge of Angora which Drifts across the psyche and of course Can pitch A struggle for survival An agony of thought As Rabbits sweet and innocently Are In the madness caught Their graceful … Continue reading