The slaughterhouse produces buckets
\nOf tragedy and woe
\nTears of yesteryears
\nAnd the eternal flow
\nWhen the soul cries
\nThere are no tears
\nA statement I once read
\nNo weeping and no wailing
\nNot a tear is shed<\/p>\n
In reality the tragedy
\nIs heartfelt and its sad
\nThe Slaughter men they never cry
\nThey just go fucking mad
\nAngry they are misfits many of them poor
\nOn such dreadful salaries
\nOf this I am pretty sure<\/p>\n
To do a job like this
\nIs not encouraging
\nIts frightful seeing those
\nWho want to be
\nleft to life
\nBut forced to die
\nAnd not of their making
\nHow cab a sleeping slaughter man be free<\/p>\n
In a clean bed with his natural women
\nArms around his bloodied shoulders
\nShe
\nKisses his dry lips
\nKnowing he kills animals every day
\nAnd when he is not with her
\nWhere he will be<\/p>\n
Under clouds of blood that splash down
\nFrom the gantry
\nWatching and hearing the females
\nBleed out where
\nShe was chained upon a rusty pulley
\nAnd led into the darkness of despair<\/p>\n
When the soul cries there are no tears
\nPerhaps not
\nBut thats because the human fails to see
\nHe himself he doesn’t cry why should he
\nHe is psychopath on that rely
\nThe lamentations I can hear now nightly
\nCannot be heard by the many who
\nCook and eat the remnants of the animals
\nAs so many people really do<\/p>\n
All sorts of parts the lungs and of course the liver
\nThe heart the bladder all of it some eat
\nTongue who tastes it, the pig whose being eaten
\nOr the man who eats the tongue sat in the street
\nThe inner tears of woe are seen by fewer
\nFor only the slaughter men are in the frame
\nAnd they are blundering arses among the working classes
\nWho probably eat the offal just the same<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The slaughterhouse produces buckets Of tragedy and woe Tears of yesteryears And the eternal flow When the soul cries There are no tears A statement I once read No weeping and no wailing Not a tear is shed In reality … Continue reading