It’s unimaginable wickedness
\nIt’s devastating too
\nThese great big rigs are reversing
\nAnd soon the truth comes through
\nInside these vast enclosures are cows and calves
\nAnd they
\nHave a tiny port hole to inspect
\nThe light of day<\/p>\n
Their eyes are big and poignant
\nSad and full of tears
\nThis is truly horrible
\nUnpardonable their fears
\nAre evident before us
\nWe peer into that space
\nIt’s wicked and it’s brutal
\nIt’s honestly a disgrace<\/p>\n
The driver has a job to do
\nIts there before his eyes
\nSomehow he is detached from what he is doing
\nTo realise
\nThe pain for its significant
\nUpon the ungulate
\nThe female spectrum suffers
\nWhat is to be their fate<\/p>\n
Those eating meat lack conscience
\nThey are detached as well
\nThey leave it to the slaughter men
\nWho have to live with hell
\nDispassionate and indifferent
\nTo what now lies before
\nThe killing and the murdering
\nAnd the all out stench of war<\/p>\n
This is the new holocaust
\nSo different from before
\nHere we see them slaughtered
\nRapidly their gore
\nIs collected and deported in rendering
\nTo be
\nTaken to another place
\nAnd turned into a key
\nIngredient in pet food
\nThis is what they do
\nAll those sweet live cows
\nWho stood in fear
\nAre good and true<\/p>\n
Now it’s guts and garters
\nTrachea’s and hide
\nAnd they all were innocent
\nThe carnivores have lied
\nThey tell themselves they need the protein
\nAnd cows just have to go
\nIt’s the way we kill them
\nFrightening them so
\nWe are very spiteful
\nVindictive and hostile too
\nThese are affectionate mothers
\nWho love a bit like you<\/p>\n
So don’t malign their honour
\nNever take away
\nTheir benevolence and their goodness
\nAnd their tenderness for they
\nAre mothers they have borne their calves
\nAnd had them stolen too
\nWith all the worst intentions
\nIt’s what the dairies<\/p>\n
It’s become an irritation
\nAn exasperation they
\nSuffer just like children
\nWhen their lives are lost they pay
\nTheir nausea apparent
\nDisillusioned they
\nWait with their hearts pounds
\nFor they fear it is the day
\nThe day they meet their maker
\nAnd argue with him why
\nHe ever brought them to this hell
\nAnd all of them do cry
\nReaching notoriety and abject ness
\nAs they do
\nIndignant to the scandal
\nDemeaning through and through<\/p>\n
It’s just a war of nerves for them
\nGoose flesh everywhere
\nThe bogeyman he cometh
\nWith his quiver of despair
\nThey stand in trepidation
\nPanic stricken they
\nJittery and jumpy
\nAt why they are made to pay
\nLead into the factory
\nTo the sounds of cries of woe
\nTo the smell of blood and thunder
\nIt’s not where they want to go
\nBut they are prodded and their tails pulled
\nThey are kicked and frightened so
\nIt’s ludicrous to imagine
\nThat souls would never know<\/p>\n
Of course they feel the anguish
\nThey know what we will do
\nBesides the cries of others
\nIt’s manner less and blue
\nIt’s un picturesque and
\nIt’s indelicate to see
\nThe mutilated bodies
\nForbidding tragically<\/p>\n
Tear shedding no one notices
\nThe querulous display
\nThe doleful eyes of many
\nWho bemoan the day
\nThe painful ness
\nThe affliction
\nA contradiction too
\nOf how a mother should be treated
\nAnd rewarded for what they do<\/p>\n
It’s intolerable behaviour
\nThey are martyr’s everyone
\nDisenchanted by it all
\nWhat now have we done
\nBrought them to adversity
\nHarrowed on the rack
\nCondemned them to their crucifixion
\nAnd our vile attack<\/p>\n
It’s total humiliation
\nThat really hurts the soul
\nThe aweless confrontation
\nIn the light exists the troll
\nWho will cut their throats
\nAnd bleed them
\nThat ghoul that cavalier
\nThat outrageously insolent blackguard
\nWho cuts from ear to ear<\/p>\n
As flashbacks come to vision
\nThe indignation feels
\nIt’s now too late to protest
\nSuch disparagement reveals
\nA kind of saddened diatribe
\nAnd condemnation for
\nThe carnivore who buys our bits
\nFrom the superstore<\/p>\n
And justifies the murdering
\nThe slaughter and it all
\nBy wanting to feed their families
\nWho have an honest call
\nOn who we are and why we are here
\nTo be killed so you can eat
\nTo exonerate your cravings
\nAnd liberate your heat<\/p>\n
Our blameless ness is nothing
\nOur playfulness is seen
\nOur harmlessness is a virtue
\nAkin to some machine
\nYou are not responsible
\nFor how we are put away
\nYou are above suspicion
\nAs we reach judgement day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s unimaginable wickedness It’s devastating too These great big rigs are reversing And soon the truth comes through Inside these vast enclosures are cows and calves And they Have a tiny port hole to inspect The light of day Their … Continue reading