In the truck that where we were loaded
\nAny luck we ever had
\nHas gone our fate is sealed forever
\nAnd it feel so terribly sad
\nWe have no food we have no water
\nNo one checks now how we feel
\nWe are standing in our own diarrhoea
\nFrothing now with abject fear
\nIf you want beef steaks
\nAnd burgers, we
\nThey are made of us
\nIn fact of me<\/p>\n
Its a jolting fact
\nTo realise that what I am made of
\nYou girls and guys
\nLike to eat my flesh and blood
\nBut I love to live
\nAnd my tears do flood
\nFrom me when I think of the likes of you
\nWho do not even have a clue<\/p>\n
I roll my eyes and try to see
\nYour eyes looking back at me
\nI cannot speak
\nBut I try to sayi
\nPlease do not eat me today
\nYour pitilessness does my head in
\nAnd unregretting you commit this sin
\nAs if it is nothing but its despair
\ni wish my dears you were not there
\nTo want to live as we so we
\nAre even sadder than now we see<\/p>\n
We are in the truck of no return
\nAnd it fills us with so much concern
\nWe are virgins pure untouched and clean
\nUndefiled by your machine
\nIn many ways we do believe
\nThat it is so hard now to achieve
\nOur rightful place, our place where we
\nCould live our lives more fruitfully<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the truck that where we were loaded Any luck we ever had Has gone our fate is sealed forever And it feel so terribly sad We have no food we have no water No one checks now how we … Continue reading