Try to imagine
\nThe solace we feel
\nThe pain and the heartbreak
\nOf knowing it’s real
\nBeing alone
\nIn a hall where the smell
\nIs of blood
\nIs of sinew
\nSo much like Hell<\/p>\n
The noises the squeals
\nThe frightening yells
\nA Great Wall of woe
\nPlangency tells
\nEach bloody victim
\nWhat’s going on
\nAnd The tearfulness catches
\nThe throat till it’s gone<\/p>\n
We hear the whimpering
\nWe feel each whine
\nTear shedding babies
\nTheir heads on the line
\nMoaning and groaning
\nSnivelling too
\nOf course, we belly ache
\nSo wouldn’t you too<\/p>\n
Yes we are dispirited
\nOur glumness shows
\nDismal and funereal
\nEveryone knows<\/p>\n
We’re pushed into the killing room
\nWhere the clanging of chains
\nAnd the total manhandling
\nDestroys our brains<\/p>\n
Of course, we cry
\nDeep down inside
\nThere is no relief
\nThe humans have lied<\/p>\n
They want to kill us
\nThey choose to eat
\nThey want to cut our throats
\nJust near the street<\/p>\n
Our blood in their gutters
\nThe rats down below
\nWill sup at our red rivers
\nSoon down below<\/p>\n
Hung up on those gantries
\nBled out till we are dead
\nOur legs then cut off
\nAnd then our head<\/p>\n
The unsightly slaughterhouse
\nThe darkest of men
\nWho come with their sharp knives
\nTo promise us when<\/p>\n
It’s surely severity
\nRancorous guilt
\nMalignant and pitiless
\nUp to the hilt<\/p>\n
Ruthless hard hearted
\nOppressed at the end
\nIt’s the very worst nightmare
\nAnd with it they send<\/p>\n
Us down into hell
\nWith a blade through our spine
\nShaking and splattering
\nAll our blood wine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Try to imagine The solace we feel The pain and the heartbreak Of knowing it’s real Being alone In a hall where the smell Is of blood Is of sinew So much like Hell The noises the squeals The frightening … Continue reading