pretty red pot plants all in a row
\nA village style butcher
\nIf you didn’t know
\nIts all “oldy worldy”
\nRustic and slate
\nBut things kind of change
\nWhen you open their gate<\/p>\n
It is a slaughterhouse
\nWhere animals die
\nA death camp
\nA chamber where torture is high
\nWhere many an emotion
\nWill no likely be
\nWhere hearts and where souls
\nAre conjoined frantically<\/p>\n
The scenes on this day
\nWere terribly sad
\nSheep mums with babies
\nStill nursing they had
\nAll still been together
\nIn the lairage and they
\nWere following nature right up
\nTill today<\/p>\n
Clearly the animals knew one another
\nAll being killed in this small slaughter place
\nA pig just three cows a number of sheep
\nEvery soul sentient the men though
\nWill reap
\nSome very bad karma, they have to for I
\nWitnessed real dreadful treatment
\nBefore they did die<\/p>\n
Insensibility stupor in fact
\nTotally unconscious even to react
\nAs they did unaffected by all of the pain
\nThe cynical handling the utter disdain
\nYou could could cut with a knife the fright in the air
\nThat pig and the three men they were aware
\nOf the terror that pig felt and just raised the stakes
\nIt became so distressing my heart it just breaks
\nTo hear that soul screaming questioning why
\nMen should be so cruel there was no reason why
\nTrapping the pig kicking its face bashing the gate
\nWhich was the case
\nSqueezing that pig already in shock
\nAll of their weight they tried to knock
\nThat pig it was ugly it was awful to see
\nTill at last they stunned it and so badly<\/p>\n
The cows hung up by one leg lowing so loud
\nSuch haunting stuff they had been over powered
\nThey clearly knew each other and both were killed
\nTogether and whether together they spilled
\nTheir life force out hanging by one leg poor dears
\nSubjected to torture and emotional fears
\nThe sheep were a family one of them Oh god
\nSome kind of prolapse what type of sod
\nWould slaughter an animal clearly in pain
\nIn a diseased state what would be the gain<\/p>\n
These were not slaughtermen
\nMonsters more like
\nMothers with babies
\nManhandled what tike
\nWould ever be so beastly and slam them on their backs
\nBreaking their legs
\nWith such awful attacks<\/p>\n
This is not what slaughtering should be about
\nTaking frustration yes taking it out
\nWhats troubling you transferring it on
\nTo these innocent souls who were put upon
\nThis earth to share life to share breath
\nTo feel fear
\nAnd to have men like this
\nWorking, on them here<\/p>\n
On death row in prisons we would not be
\nTreated so badly so disrespectfully
\nSo why give these innocent soul so much grief
\nS. Bagshaw my god man it beggars belief
\nTo feel their lamenting weeping they were
\nDoleful and mournful just to infer
\nThis HILLSIDE sanctuary who
\nWere seeing this terror
\nWhat could they do<\/p>\n
How could they bear to see such larceny
\nSuch graceless behaviour such infamy
\nEach one of the men were repulsively charged
\nSullen and haggard just how they barged
\nThe animals out of the way following through
\nWith yet more attacks so clueless too
\nThere was no let up it was ghastly to see
\nThe fear they engendered take it from me
\nWas as bad as it gets, a hopeless scene
\nAntagonism they were like some machine
\nNo heart at all no quality
\nJust switched on and torturous
\nJust running free<\/p>\n
I felt for those sweet dears
\nTheir flesh must have been
\nLoaded with adrenaline
\nIt was obscene
\nUnpleasant and nasty
\nSurly and gruff
\nRude full on temper
\nI had seen enough<\/p>\n
To me it was taking the hatred
\nTo be
\nA kind of revulsion
\nA loathing to see
\nThe bad blood and bitterness
\nWhat had they done
\nThey were innocent souls
\nWanting to run<\/p>\n
Still nursing their mothers
\nBabies in fact
\nSweet bouncing balls of wool
\nTheir hearts intact
\nSweet little souls expecting to play
\nWatching their mother just dragged away
\nThe rancour the soreness the gall and the hate
\nThe vindictiveness at such a rate<\/p>\n
The pretty pot plants
\nThe old bricks the slate
\nA clean cottage window
\nIt all looks so great
\nAn image of something
\nIn an old country tome
\nSomewhere you have dreamed
\nOf in your idyllic home<\/p>\n
And the cameras don’t lie
\nThe peacefulness we
\nImagine
\nWhen buying from them
\nConstantly
\nOld fashioned values
\nOld fashioned cuts
\nA smiling butcher
\nWith no iffs nor buts
\nJust a rustic scene
\nAn old worldly way
\nOf murdering animals
\nEveryday!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
pretty red pot plants all in a row A village style butcher If you didn’t know Its all “oldy worldy” Rustic and slate But things kind of change When you open their gate It is a slaughterhouse Where animals die … Continue reading