Sheer cowardice
\nCraven spirited
\nThey bust the Bulls
\nFine legs
\nTie it to a post
\nEach horn pulled
\nBy perhaps the dregs<\/p>\n
These so called men
\nThese unsoldierly
\nDastardly quitters who
\nFind employment killing
\nAnd they do it all for
\nYOU<\/p>\n
You want Beef in your burgers
\nYou want Beef on your plate
\nYou want it in your sausages
\nYou think that it tastes great
\nYou forget it was a proud soul
\nWho loved life very much
\nA gentle soul
\nThat was its role
\nIt was you who was out if touch<\/p>\n
That Beef stew kept you warm of course
\nAnd so it had to die
\nSomeone had to kill the best
\nTo stab it in its eye<\/p>\n
Death is death my turtle doves
\nAnd this death that you see
\nraises your hackles of course it does
\nIt does the same to me<\/p>\n
But I chose to be a vegan
\nI chose to love the soul
\nNot turn my back on its torture
\nAnd employ him in the role<\/p>\n
Of butcher murderer shit face
\nAnd watch him sink and fall
\nWatch his fearful terror
\nAs he lets out that great call<\/p>\n
In what is utter agony
\nAs his neck is sliced away
\nThe evil that is in all of us
\nWho let the creatures pay<\/p>\n
Think of their desperation
\nTheir hopelessness their woe
\nIn complete trepidation
\nDefeated as we know<\/p>\n
We leave a million comments
\nIt sickens us to the core
\nWe can’t believe we caused this
\nAll this blood and gore<\/p>\n
Just because we wanted
\nOur burger full of Beef
\nOur saliva rich with bloodiness
\nWe never thought of grief<\/p>\n
In it own precious blood it slides
\nThis is what we do
\nThe unpropitious inauspicious
\nPanic stricken brew<\/p>\n
It’s formidable it’s ominous
\nIt makes my blood run cold
\nI shiver at the sight of this
\nAnd in my heart I hold<\/p>\n
The memory of that panting beast
\nCrying to the sky
\nThe hatred and the loathing
\nOf course I ask you why<\/p>\n
The malicious the malignant
\nThe nauseous the stink
\nThe revulsion of the feeling
\nWe are on the brink<\/p>\n
Humanity is cowering
\nIn the ravaged shit of time
\nThe malice and disfavour
\nAnd the Bull still tries to climb<\/p>\n
Out of each rich puddle
\nIt’s nostrils still ablaze
\nOf course we must denounce this
\nThis malediction phase<\/p>\n
Because we want to feed ourselves
\nBecause we need to chew
\nOn living meat on muscle
\nOn the goodness of tissue<\/p>\n
We all are near to peril
\nTo the abyss darkened with gore
\nWe watch and sickened by it all
\nWe should now share the floor<\/p>\n
Swim in that poor Bulls entrails
\nTaste it’s salty tears
\nLet’s rankle and bear malice
\nLet’s experience it’s fears<\/p>\n
Those of you who are disgusted
\nBut turn away and say
\nI love my Beef then beyond belief
\nYou have ruined my day<\/p>\n
Each time you buy the pristine trays
\nOf meat from out of the store
\nRemember this sweet animal
\nAnd don’t buy anymore<\/p>\n
And if you choose to forget him
\nThen realise that you
\nAre building up such karma
\nAnd every word is true<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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