Shamelessness and brazen-ness
\nThe pageantry and pomp
\nThe swagger the bravado
\nThe flagrancy and romp
\nCarnival the Moulin rouge
\nCircus and some more
\nLuxury bags for ugly hags
\nIn the city store<\/p>\n
The puffery the bounce and swank
\nAnd looking down the nose
\nThe audaciousness and the high and mighty
\nWhere anything goes
\nHermes yes and Prada
\nAre out there on display
\nTheir dignity their grandeur
\nTheir flourish and their way<\/p>\n
The vanity of riches
\nOf the self important souls
\nStuck up and conceited
\nCarrying out their roles
\nOf being in the lime light
\nNever the hoi polloi
\nDramatic and assertive
\nBut so so far from joy<\/p>\n
They know themselves, they are ugly
\nDespite their noble thought
\nTheir ancestry their blood lines
\nWhere the best people are sought
\nThe vulgar herd can slave away
\nMorning noon and night
\nBut the honours go to designer shops
\nWhere everything is right<\/p>\n
Packed with furs and feathers
\nWith exotic leathers too
\nWith probably the most heinous
\nActs upon the bearers who
\nWere mammals of distinction
\nWild and free to be
\nPart of this great planet
\nNot drenched in purgatory<\/p>\n
Not trapped out in the forest
\nLike a worthless piece of rag
\nNot caged in some vile prison
\nWhere life begins to lag
\nNot induced then to go crazy
\nOf being killed before their time
\nTheir world is turned completely
\nUpside down and so this rhyme<\/p>\n
Comes heartfelt and honestly
\nAnd talks of the Western Cape
\nWhere farms and slaughterhouses
\nMurder and they rape
\nThe wildness out of AFRICA
\nGreat nation state great soul
\nWhose bounty are the animal earthlings
\nThe creatures with great soul<\/p>\n
The largest flightless land bird
\nThe Ostrich
\nLook and see
\nLoyal and fitting parents
\nSuch social birds they be
\nCan navigate a social system
\nComplex to a tee
\nThe planet needs the ostrich
\nThat is why they be<\/p>\n
In AFRICA an integral part
\nOf the system of the wild
\nNot in some production depot
\nWhere they are just defiled
\nTorn away from their parents
\nAnd kept in feed lots bare
\nTo have their feathers torn out
\nWhilst they are standing there<\/p>\n
Their meat
\nTheir skin
\nTheir feathers
\nWalking merchandise
\nThat is how we see them
\nHow is that abuse Nice
\nFeathers plucked for dusters
\nAgony, so we
\nCan push the dust inside our homes
\nAbout for all to see<\/p>\n
3 day old chicks murdered
\nFor your wallets for your cash
\nFor your ego for your ignorance
\nTheir life equals trash
\nIn the wild they are with their parents
\nFor three years learning the ropes
\nAnd live some 40 years or more
\nBorn, with all those hopes<\/p>\n
That was until the likes of
\nhermes and Prada they
\nSearching the world for exotics
\nFor their great display
\nSo the western cape provides them
\nGives us what we need
\nFeeds our fucking vanity
\nOur blatant bumptious greed<\/p>\n
The snobbery is everywhere
\nThe grandiose the sublime
\nThe over-weening over- bearing
\nHolier than though, who climb
\nUp the social ladder
\nTo spit down on us all
\nWho patronize and condescend
\nTo answer when we call<\/p>\n
They surround themselves
\nWith disrepute and notoriety
\nBut they have such reputations
\nHow can that ever be
\nThe plethora of trappers
\nThe hunters the fur farms
\nThe CAFO’s and the feed lots
\nWe should all be up in arms<\/p>\n
Protesting at the cruelty
\nThe abject torture shown
\nIts totally out of character
\nWorse than they could have known
\nWhilst they are tasting foie gras
\nAnd chewing on their veal
\nThe culture and tradition
\nIs out there and its real<\/p>\n
Its ugly its horrific the cowardly craven
\nWay
\nThey treat these splendid wild birds
\nEvery single day
\nThey are never fabric they are vital
\nThey are strong
\nBut torturing them and murdering them
\nIs altogether wrong<\/p>\n
Of course they are apprehensive
\nAnd their trepidation shows
\nMan comes to tear their feathers out
\nHow would you suppose
\nA sentient would feel about
\nThe actions of the men
\nTearing out their follicles
\nMaybe up to ten<\/p>\n
Per time that is excruciating
\nAgony they feel
\nIts a hopeless situation
\nFor them its very real
\nThey walk about half naked
\nBearing the wounds inflicted
\nFeeling life is hopeless for them
\nOn pain they are addicted<\/p>\n
They have to be for we are there
\nTo give them a bad day
\nEverything is inevitable
\nAll along the way
\nWe become their bogeyman
\nWe intimidate them so
\nWe ridicule and misrepresent
\nTheir status and their show<\/p>\n
They have a great affection
\nFor life out in the wild
\nThey are honest and they are caring
\nSharing with each child
\nA life gracious and dignified
\nAppreciative and true
\nThey have to learn the hard way
\nTo do what they must do<\/p>\n
And we ignore that beauty
\nOur haute couture reigns fast
\nOur elegance our fashion
\nOur die of course we cast
\nOut into the great plains
\nWhere the iconic souls
\nLive and die in splendour
\nAcknowledging their roles<\/p>\n
We see them as exotic
\nThe keyword on our block
\nThe great stores ring with all of that
\nThe unseemliness the shock
\nIs cast from us completely
\nIts the correctness and the breed
\nIts the air the poise the savoir faire
\nThats how to succeed<\/p>\n
The stitchery the enrichment
\nThe flourish and the scroll
\nThe richness of the fabric
\nHow you create your role
\nThe unsightly the defacement
\nThe odious the plain
\nThe cruelty the torture
\nThe tears that fall like rain<\/p>\n
All of that is wiped away
\nDesigners to the fore
\nAll the dashing smart and classy
\nAnd a whole lot more
\nThese one year birds are full of life
\nBabies still yet they
\nAre the fodder for the industry
\nFor the bottom line
\nThey are way<\/p>\n
Up into the boardrooms
\nHelping their forecasts to rise
\nThe back skin of the Ostrich
\nWhere So much profit lies
\nThe nobbles where the feathers
\nWere torn out painfully
\nCreate the exotic finish
\nAnd the countenance we see<\/p>\n
Great open trucks are called on
\nTo take the birds away
\nHerded down great chutes they go
\nTo the kill floor
\nAnd the day
\nNone will ever forget their cries
\nAs they can see their friends
\nSlaughtered right in front of them
\nImagine the fear that sends<\/p>\n
A baby into will you
\nNext time you buy a bag
\nFrom hermes or from Prada
\nIt makes my eye bags sag
\nWhat it does to your hard hearts
\nNobody can see
\nBut they wont beat much longer
\nKnowing where you be<\/p>\n
In amongst the slaughter
\nTheir heads stunned and then they
\nAre manhandled to a throat slasher
\nAnd dispatched right away
\nThe men are really covered in the blood
\nOf the innocents who
\nWere only little babies
\nLoving life as you lot do<\/p>\n
The cruelty is beyond words
\nIt breaches all respect
\nTrying to fight my tears myself
\nTrying to elect
\nThe right words to describe all this
\nAnd how we humans feel
\nWhen we choose a handbag
\nWhen we make the deal<\/p>\n
The extraordinary price tag
\nThe torture and the pain
\nThe insensitive way the birds are killed
\nBy the sadists and the insane
\nTurning men to monsters
\nWasting life so we
\nCan profit for their bodies
\nIs only enmity<\/p>\n
And never forget creation
\nThe salvation of us all
\nAnimals were never created
\nFor our vanity, that call
\nWas totally inappropriate
\nWe should rejoice to see
\nAnimals where they were placed
\nAnd, where they should be<\/p>\n
Our wealth derived from killing
\nIn, the great big sphere
\nOf wasting life for profit
\nOf creating the false fear
\nTo subject souls to a beating
\nTo torture them at will
\nTo throw them into prisons
\nAnd then whenever kill<\/p>\n
So we can wear their feathers
\nSo we can show their skin
\nSo we can use their anal glands
\nTo imagine and begin
\nOur trail in to the hell of old
\nTheir flesh to fill our gut
\nAnd those we deem to keep alive
\nWe make sure the doors are shut<\/p>\n
For they can entertain us
\nLeap through hoops and we
\nCan sell that as new knowledge
\nFor all the family
\nPersecute and take advantage
\nIts the corporate way
\nThe pursuit of profits
\nFor profits sake today<\/p>\n
As to these so called fashion houses
\nWith their plunder rich
\nStolen from god’s paradise
\nAnd the prices that they pitch
\nOut there to the brainwashed tribes
\nThat imagine what they do
\nIs because they have their freedom
\nUnlike the lowly who<\/p>\n
Are really just as spirited
\nEngaging and sublime
\nThey work at being honest
\nAnd striving all the time
\nThe animal earthlings are in fact
\nOur teachers and they must
\nBe given due respect
\nAnd not be ground up in the dust<\/p>\n
Hermes and Yes Prada
\nThese birds you need to now
\nStop this bloody trade at once
\nWe can show you how
\nI call for a worldwide boycott
\nOf feathers skin and fur
\nGo back to your drawing boards
\nAnd readily concur<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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