Pigs and piglets suffer so
\nOur truculency now how we throw
\nPiglets about like tennis balls
\nManhandled like a bunch of fools
\nThese are miracles created well
\nTiny sentient a magic spell
\n4 little legs a curly tail
\nAnd beautiful eyes that never fail<\/p>\n
And yet at Tysons what do they do
\nThey are Spiteful and vicious in front of you
\nShowing so much severity
\nOutrageous behaviour and brutality
\nThey clearly mean harm
\nThey kick and they punch
\nOn their little faces
\nYou can hear the crunch
\nFull grown men beating a piglet around
\nIts tiny cries and its terrible sound<\/p>\n
The confined biting bars
\nGoing mad seeing stars
\nGestation crates in terrible states
\nSweet pregnant sows
\nThey could be ours
\nBut sadly they are
\nNobody’s star<\/p>\n
You can feel the anger
\nThe frustration so real
\nThey gouge out a pigs eyes
\nClearly they feel
\nNothing, just hoodlums
\nCaught up in this place
\nA bowling ball thrown
\nIn one poor sows face<\/p>\n
Little pink babies wriggling they
\nHave been just discarded just thrown away
\nIts their dance of death lost and forlorn
\nNobody loves them from life they are torn
\nGhoulish and fiendish and devilish too
\nTheir testicles torn off thats what we do
\nNot a painkiller in sight what a sin
\nAnd all those little bollocks just tossed in a bin<\/p>\n
How we are treating the animals we
\nGive over to food it so upsets me
\nA pregnant sow kicked and squashed in an aisle
\nAnd continually kicked he just did defile
\nThe female spirit it sickens me so
\nTo watch her manhandled blow after blow<\/p>\n
She cries and she whimpers a baby inside
\nThis Tysons employee I suppose denied
\nCruelty here such a vile piece of muck
\nWho needs a good kicking his behaviour did suck<\/p>\n
In these vile CAFO sheds where these pigs find their place
\nKicked up the arse and punched in the face
\nProbably everyday this is the thing
\nCruelty reigns thats where its king<\/p>\n
Look into their eyes they reach heaven and hell
\nOpen your nostrils can you bear to smell
\nThe death and destruction the evil thats there
\nThe pork on your fork on your plates of despair<\/p>\n
Where is your pity where is your love
\nThese poor souls are left to look up above
\nTo dream if they still can of blue skies and rain
\nAnd to hope that if not they can just go insane<\/p>\n
When you are stuck in a shed of smells and disease
\nSurrounded by maggots and lice and fleas
\nUp to your hocks in the shit you released
\nAnd thats where they throw your supposed feast<\/p>\n
Mans far from kind to describe him this way
\nIs truthfully wrong he’s a monster today
\nMaybe some years ago he could have been
\nBut now my description he is obscene<\/p>\n
These animals live in wild places outdoors
\nTheir skin a shade dirty but plagued with those
\n sores
\nNever they are clean they dump far away
\nBut in factory farms there is nothing to say<\/p>\n
Pork at the end of your fork
\nMeans that you
\nIf you saw where they live
\nYou would never chew
\nOn their spare ribs or legs
\nCovered in mess, loaded with flies
\nAnd maggots and stress<\/p>\n
They live in a shit hole they bleed
\nIn there too
\nTheir water is filthy
\nTheir blood filthy and you
\nWant to eat from their bodies
\nThats such a mistake
\nWhat I write here really is just for your sake<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pigs and piglets suffer so Our truculency now how we throw Piglets about like tennis balls Manhandled like a bunch of fools These are miracles created well Tiny sentient a magic spell 4 little legs a curly tail And beautiful … Continue reading