“Babe”,that was a pig that talked
\na pig that smiled
\na pig that walked
\na pig that became a little star
\na pig that really went quite far<\/p>\n
he made some bacon scoffers’ think
\nsome suckling pig folk
\nsort of link
\nsob, a while
\nperhaps
\nbut in their gob still pile
\nmuscle skin and crispy fat
\nwith salt and apple
\nand that’s was that <\/p>\n
they soon forgot
\nthe poor young soul
\nand chewed and chewed
\nout of control
\na pig that felt
\nthe pain of life
\nImagine tails docked
\na blunt knife
\nImagine teeth clipped
\nby some coward
\ndo it to him
\nand he’d cry aloud<\/p>\n
those gits who
\nmistreat piglets, are
\ncreepy, nasty
\nthey are far
\nnastier than
\nyou can know
\nwho slam pigs down
\non concrete, so
\ntheir entrails
\nleave their bodies and
\nthe agony
\nthey don’t understand<\/p>\n
unfeeling rogues
\nwho treat young males
\nwith rusty pliers
\ndock their tails
\npull their bollocks off
\nlike that!
\nno painkillers
\nthat’s where they’re at!
\nAnd Babe could talk
\ncould say his piece
\nhe knew about the pig
\npolice<\/p>\n
he knew what torture
\nsows went through
\nin gestation crates
\nhe knew what to do
\nbut the farmers sold
\ntheir pork onto
\nthe corporate monsters
\nwho wouldn’t do
\nwhat they wanted,
\npay a fairer price
\nso the farmers
\ndidn’t treat us nice
\nBabe knew this, babe
\nwould shriek like mad
\nTell the world how
\nit made him sad <\/p>\n
was to witness
\nthe blood and gore
\npiglets left on a cold wet floor
\nbranded with a white hot iron
\ntortured,and kicked all down the line
\ntreated just like footballs, they
\nnot fast enough to run away
\nthey took the wrath
\nthey faced the sin
\nmany died and went in the bin
\nBabe of course he was a star
\nhe talked, a cartoon pig,
\nhurrah<\/p>\n
those who watched him
\nsome may just
\nhave turned away from
\nsnot and lust
\nbacon, chops and gammon ham
\nbut most continued
\nthey did cram
\nas much meat down their
\nhorrid guts
\nPig Roasts
\nthey chose all the cuts
\ncholesterol, crackling
\ncrazy mut’s
\ncarnist’s choking
\nenormous butts<\/p>\n
fat, under arms
\nand great fat thighs
\nand pokey little piglet eyes
\nRemember Babe
\nhe remembers, he
\nfor in some heavenly sty he be
\nForgotten possibly but alas
\nfactory farms where now on mass
\nthousands suffer
\nthousands cry
\npiglets sows
\nwhy oh why?<\/p>\n
corporate profits at a high
\nmargins calculated why
\nconsumers do not care at all
\nhow we are slaughtered
\nhow we fall
\nthroats slit on
\na blood soaked wall
\nparents children friends
\nwe die
\nand not one of you
\nasks them why?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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