Their innocence is obvious
\nBabies full of joy
\nThe senselessness of killing them
\nThese men they do employ
\nAnd label them as slaughter men
\nAnd pay them a fine wage
\nAs we watch the insensitivity
\nThat just goes off the page<\/p>\n
Their ineptitude is violence
\nTheir indifference so bleak
\nUnthinking and uninterested
\nThese creature are so meek
\nSo mild angelic babies
\nCherubs in many ways
\nClearly and obviously brainless brutes
\nThe cacophony that strays<\/p>\n
Across the pen where angels wait
\nWhere they hear the ugly loss
\nWhere they smell the blood of family members
\nFrom those who don’t care a toss
\nWho torture and who murder
\nThem in front of all
\nHeartless professional evildoers
\nWho should be up against a wall<\/p>\n
And tortured by the parent sheep
\nButted until they are blue
\nTo have the nerve to mistreat the babes
\nTheir lives alas are through
\nThe public want to eat them
\nBabies bleating so
\nCarnivores with little thought
\nOf why babies should grow<\/p>\n
The unruliness of order
\nThe anomalies abroad
\nThe convulsion of the innocent
\nWho must perish by the sword
\nWho must stand and watch the agony
\nWho must hear their family scream
\nWho must share their blood and their wanton sadness
\nSo confused it would seem<\/p>\n
These Spanish men are ugly
\nGrotesque to stand and be
\nVideo’d whilst what they do
\nIs murder each baby
\nThroats cuts heads left hanging off
\nBled into the chute
\nThese babies are so sensitive
\nRight down to their root<\/p>\n
Not so the bloody slaughter men
\nHeartless through and through
\nNot a gram of empathy
\nLiars thats my view
\nEvil shits who need a going over
\nRight away
\nHung up on a gantry chain
\nWith their thick skins pulled away<\/p>\n
Let them feel that agony
\nMatter of fact they be
\nDo they go home to loving wives
\nAnd a young family
\nAre they really human
\nOr robots on a wheel
\nAre they someones father
\nCould this be for real<\/p>\n
These are little babies
\nTheir lives have just begun
\nGambolling their innocence
\nVirgins in the sun
\nTheir purity is driven
\nSo beautiful to see
\nAnd so the Spanish infidels
\nPrey on them and be<\/p>\n
Somehow the supremo’s
\nWith the upper hand
\nTheir psychopathy goes before them
\nThough most fail to understand
\nTheir heads are full of chaos
\nWith an inferno in their soul
\nA frenzy in their stomachs
\nDisharmony their role<\/p>\n
Each baby torn from its mother
\nThe grief of nature came
\nFaster than anyone could have wished
\nAll part of the game
\nThe sickness that is farming
\nThe cruelty that is seen
\nAttributed to ugliness
\nAnd all that is obscene<\/p>\n
They create a brand of turmoil
\nA rainstorm in their breasts
\nA torpor and a dullness
\nThat altogether tests
\nThe human spirit obviously
\nBut these ghouls get away
\nWith slaughtering the innocent
\nOn any given day<\/p>\n
I cry to hear their bleating
\ni sigh to feel their pain
\nLook into their weeping eyes
\nBut don”t do it again
\nFor fear that you may break down
\nAs tearful as one could be
\nWatching the angels of the field
\nSlaughtered terribly<\/p>\n
The vehemence and violence
\nThe destruction that we see
\nCarried out by vandals
\nTheir aggression sickens me
\nEach little face each tearful eye
\nEach bleating heart I hear
\nHanging dancing on the gantry
\nThus exuding fear<\/p>\n
From every pore from every part
\nOf their wee bodies they
\nAre suffering so very much
\nAnd this is every day
\nSo you can eat your kebabs
\nYour cottage pies and more
\nYou lousy rotten carnivores
\nDon’t come near my door<\/p>\n
Your breath must stink of infant death
\nYour toilet too must be
\nFull of ugly filthy smells
\nAnd what of their story
\nThey were young their energy
\nWas miraculous to hear
\nAnd all you can do was to murder them
\nAnd instil in each such fear<\/p>\n
The wickedness personified
\nVictims each one was
\nThey all died in such agony
\nAnd really just because
\nYou wanted to eat them
\nBabies of the field
\nYou wanted to fill your lousy guts
\nAnd somehow build<\/p>\n
A future for your body
\nTrauma was your gift
\nTo babies missing their mothers
\nWe watched the butcher lift
\nThem up and stun and cut their throats
\nAnd bleed them out and say
\nIt was just a job for them
\nAnd, they earned good pay<\/p>\n
I will not ever forget the faces
\nThe bleating and the pain
\nIt will haunt me all my waking hours
\nEach time I think Again
\ni shall hear their cries of anguish
\ni shall share their tears of woe
\ni shall hope that cancer strikes you all
\nFor it was no way to go<\/p>\n
But they went off to the next world
\nScreaming from inside
\nSo you could eat your kebabs
\nWith your lettuce and could hide
\nQuietly in your toilet
\nWith your colon all afire
\nWith the agony and wickedness
\nMaking you feel dire<\/p>\n
So enjoy your lamb each babies task
\nTo suffer as they do
\nAnd all of this sheep torture
\ni put it down to you
\nButchering and cooking and eating
\nBabies who
\nWere innocent and needy
\nUnlike sods like you<\/p>\n
Lay in your beds and feel alarmed
\nAt the pain that you will feel
\nAs the writhing baby feels so sad
\nAnd was trying to reveal
\nThe sorrow it was feeling
\nAs you stole its life awAy
\nAs its death was purely down to
\nYour vile arrogant display<\/p>\n
To every little lamb who has to die this way
\nMy heart bleeds for you all<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Their innocence is obvious Babies full of joy The senselessness of killing them These men they do employ And label them as slaughter men And pay them a fine wage As we watch the insensitivity That just goes off the … Continue reading