Traps put out for wild ones
\nmust get into their psyche
\nThe withered vile and rotten sods
\nThe troll like wandering pikey
\nWho leave their traps about the place
\nhidden in the leaves
\nnobody can see them there
\nwhich is how it achieves
\nits vile result
\nclamping tight on legs of skin and bone
\nthe energy, the blood, the lymph
\nof the victim on its own<\/p>\n
all the strength it ever had
\nit so did violate
\nand leave a soul completely lost
\nto wonder at its fate
\nwe go about our business
\nwe live where we were born
\nhere right here is our heritage
\nand we’re treated with such scorn
\nby some vile smelly trapper
\nwith little in his heart
\nwith a head as hard as
\nthe sandstone rocks
\npulling his rusty cart<\/p>\n
full of other wild one’s
\nwho also ambled by
\nand found his traps
\nand the jaw that saps
\nour life force from on high
\nEach time we move
\nour flesh is torn
\nwe shake with shock and awe
\ntortured we cannot continue
\neverywhere is sore
\nhot and cold the feeling
\nfrightened of what they
\nthe pikey wants to do with us
\nas in his cart we lay
\nhis calloused hands his warty face
\nhis evil lumbering form
\na hammer now he raises
\nand like a violent storm
\nbrings it down upon us
\nuntil our eyes can’t see
\nand then we’re skinned
\nwhilst still alive
\nto endure more agony
\ndrowning in our own blood
\nthat now begins to seep
\nlittle crimson rivulets
\nof blood as eyes do peep
\nover us from others
\nas wretched odours rise
\nDeath why can’t it hurry up
\nand speed up our demise<\/p>\n
Back to the vast fur farms
\nwhere cages fill each space
\nwild one’s going crazy
\nall around the place
\nbiting at each other
\nbiting at the bars
\nbanging heads against the doors
\nand probably seeing stars
\ncarnivores sad tendencies
\nunlocked and swept along
\nwith the vile depraved
\ncreation which clearly
\nwas so wrong
\nno water in our troughs to drink
\nand very little food
\nleft out in the wind and rain
\nthese bastards are so crude<\/p>\n
a heartless band of cretins
\ninequitable and sick
\napprenticeships with Satan
\nthey never missed a trick
\nevery evil dirty moment
\ndrawn from Hell so deep
\nthat is where they leave
\nus and there’s no respite with sleep
\nin these dirty sodden cages
\nin our excrement we lie
\nits maddening to suffer so
\nand a pitiful way to die
\nmaggot ridden wounds
\npus filled and suppurating
\neyes caked up with muck and sleep
\nall of us left waiting<\/p>\n
for death to come a’ wielding
\nhis sickle, then we know
\nwe’ll die before the farmer
\nstrips us clean, before the glow
\nof death creates the agony
\nthe last throes of our life
\nwe close our eyes and realise
\ntis the end of all our strife
\nthe gaunt and shallow faces
\nthe evil sunken eyes
\ncan now all be forgotten
\nas we drift into the skies
\nWe must be off to heaven
\naway from all this sin
\nthis torture and this horror
\nAnd we leave without our skin<\/p>\n
The unfortunate still living
\nwhen their time comes around
\npulled out of their hell holes
\nand forced down on the ground
\na poker stuffed into their arse
\nelectrocuted there
\nthe agony must be, immense
\nfor their eternal stare
\neach one has that sickening look
\nthat final thrust had clearly took
\nevery ounce of joy away
\nand misery was there to stay<\/p>\n
the price of skins
\nfor each tortured soul
\nthe animals and the workers role
\na youngish mother with a child
\nis suffering from a sickness wild
\na ailment for she splutters so
\nand coughs up blood
\nwhich we all know
\nis from the toxic’s that she uses
\nclearly this process abuses
\nall the people in this place
\ndeath and dying and disgrace
\nthe price that fur hags
\npay to wear
\nwhat is a sacrifice all share
\nall this putrefying skin
\nthe toxic chemicals within
\nFur is sacred only when
\nits on the animal, and then
\nas long as they can live and be
\nwild and safe and truly free<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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