Innocent sweet beings
\nUnderneath the sky
\nVery social creatures
\nAlways asking why
\nThey have to be transformed into
\nFilth for they do not
\nOperate in such vile ways
\nIt’s, not how they got
\nTo where they are
\nIt’s totally wrong
\nThat their role In life should be
\nAs Cerridwen intended
\nNot failed by us miserably<\/p>\n
Communication is their thing
\nvocalising really well
\nNest building they do have the means
\nInstinctively to sell
\nThemselves and create wonder
\nThey love their mothers so
\nThey can recognise their mothers voice
\nAnd are clean as well we know<\/p>\n
Australia has some 50 piggeries
\nStretched across the land
\nFactory farming seems to be
\nAnything but grand
\nFarrowing crates low ceilings
\nEvil smelly places
\nFly Blown maggots everywhere
\nAnd men with ugly faces<\/p>\n
Flies, webs,urine mildew
\nroaches scurry there
\nMaggots,loops of dirt and mildew
\nAn additional despair
\nRats feed on the excrement
\nThat falls beneath their feet
\nHell on earth is what it’s worth
\nWhich rapidly does unseat<\/p>\n
Who’d be a sow?
\nStand up sit down
\nWho’d be a piglet
\nWho?
\nWould want a sow to fall down
\nOn the likes of you
\nAs piglets, they are desperate
\nTo taste her milk and try
\nAnd get out of the way in case
\nMama wants to lie<\/p>\n
Down to rest her body
\nAching from the strain
\nOf being in this rotten crate
\nJust trying in vain
\nTo avoid hurting her babies
\nBut with little room to turn
\nTentatively she lowers herself
\nWith so much real concern<\/p>\n
Each of them is suckling
\nGrunting, snorting they
\nAre, huddled together
\nIn their own peculiar way
\nShe has been raped it appears
\n2\/ 3 times each year
\nAnd for 6 weeks has been in this crate
\nIn the most abject fear<\/p>\n
Scarred up wounded badly
\nLook at her doleful eyes
\nSuch concern for her litter
\nHow she does realise
\nIt has just been purgatory
\nWhat else could she do
\nThe squealing of her babies
\nIt overwhelms her too<\/p>\n
Artificial lighting
\nNo sunlight to behold
\nLots of babies mummified
\nSome sadly have rolled
\nThrough the bars completely
\nAnd lay now on the ground
\nKicked along by workers
\nShe heard each tell tale sound<\/p>\n
Some chew on their own legs
\nCan you imagine that
\nAnd it’s all down to the farrowing crates
\nWe know now where they are at
\nThe farmers are unconscious
\nApathetic to a tee
\nInsensate tough and hardened
\nPerverted actually<\/p>\n
They have no fucking interest
\nThe discomfort they create
\nHopelessness and adversity
\nAt an alarming rate
\nWhat utter botheration
\nDown trodden and ill at ease
\nA lifetime of endurance
\nAnd displeasure and unease<\/p>\n
Their abdominal muscles
\nMade weaker so that they
\nHave prolapsed and misery
\nAll along the way
\nWrithing bleeding harrowed
\nCursed wretched and sad
\nWoebegone and sorrowful
\nAnd going really mad<\/p>\n
Maggots crawling everywhere
\nLying in ones shit
\nOn an awful concrete floor
\nAnd anything but fit
\nThose farmers need a kicking
\nNot an ounce of love to spare
\nA repulsiveness an ugliness
\nSteeped only in despair<\/p>\n
Abuse neglect poor veterinary care
\nSores, wounds, ulcers,they
\nThe bars stick deep into their flesh
\nFlies feeding every day
\nSuppuration, sepsis
\nIt can only be unfair
\nManunkind is all but blind
\nAnd distinctly unaware<\/p>\n
Pigs are clean they hate
\nTo dump where they eat and sleep
\nSo for man to orchestrate such methods
\nIt’s man that has to reap
\nThe karma that’s for certain
\nA tortured life is wrong
\nAnd man must pay the piper
\nFor,in his hell he does belong<\/p>\n
Often prostrate on the ground
\nAnd with no where to go
\nAs leaking pipes wash over them
\nPerhaps up and below
\nImagine that inhumanity
\nIced water night and day
\nAnd it could be for weeks on end
\nUntil they pass away<\/p>\n
Runts are killed by farmers
\nStomped on by some Lout
\nSlung across the shed and beaten
\nNo one’s in any doubt
\nAs to the obscene nature
\nThe evil they display
\nThe vulgarity and Indelicacy
\nHow they make them pay<\/p>\n
Buckets full of piglets
\nand others squealing out
\nTheir feet trapped in the gaps in floors
\nThat’s what it’s a about
\nUnbelievable frustration
\nReally horrid pain
\nAnd nobody cares to help them
\nTheir cries are all in vain<\/p>\n
Tails pulled off teeth cut too
\nTesticles ripped off what to do
\nNo anaesthetic and when they squeal
\nThey are screamed at yea for real
\nScreamed at by confounded git’s
\nCraven hearted macabre shits
\nInglorious men of disesteem
\nPart of the outrageous team<\/p>\n
Insemination more torture for
\nSows who do not see the boar
\nIt’s rape by men a dummy and
\nThe boar may never understand
\nShe’s impregnated with the pork stork
\nThe labourers they walk their talk
\nViolators evil sods
\nWho will be rewarded by the gods
\nKarma has to take them out
\nAnd show those bastards what it’s about<\/p>\n
Nothing is natural not anymore
\nIt’s all about profit and outside the law
\nOf Nature of everything that ever was
\nRight
\nThese wretched souls of course they do bite
\nEach other,the bars of course they are mad
\nLost to the world it’s all gone bad
\nBedlam their whole life is hatred and pain
\nRevulsion and loathing the stink of the drain <\/p>\n
Not one time do these pigs get respite from this
\nTheir whole life is dressed up in faeces and piss
\nNo fresh air, no sunshine nothing to do
\nBut die every second and just wonder who
\nCalls this a life and expects pigs to be
\nTortured and treated with improbity
\nTransported to slaughter not watered nor fed
\nElectro prodded until they are dead
\nWatch how they try to all get away
\nBut are gassed to death, and killed anyway<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Innocent sweet beings Underneath the sky Very social creatures Always asking why They have to be transformed into Filth for they do not Operate in such vile ways It’s, not how they got To where they are It’s totally wrong … Continue reading