A running sore within my heart
\nAre Australians who feel
\nIts right to export females
\nDespite what we reveal
\nBorn on Australian farms we be
\nThen shipped across the salty sea
\nTo Vietnam for slaughter
\nWhere a serpents tooth there be
\nThe slaughterhouse so below par
\nSo hellish so much pain
\nWe are female sensitives
\nUnder immense strain<\/p>\n
The shipment and the journey
\nIs ugly and full of fear
\nWe are never fed or watered
\nThats very clear
\nImagine that the signals that light up
\nIn your head
\nThat is intimidation and cruelty
\nAnd I’m led
\nTo believe the Australian Farmers
\nAre stone hearted in their way
\nOf shipping us to markets
\nJust because they pay<\/p>\n
All the undertakings are not checked
\nOr verified
\nIf they were they would not be let
\nAnd the truth is all denied
\nBut for farmers to care for animals
\nThey have to be aware
\nOf where they are going and what will become
\nOf them when they get there
\nIn Their haste to wash their hands of it
\nAnd honestly not care
\nMakes me feel so very sad
\nFor they have to be aware<\/p>\n
Cows are very curious and loving in the flow
\nBeing shipped by truck to port
\nThey are living souls you know
\nThey think they fear they suffer
\nWhy should they be resigned
\nTo being treated badly
\nBy what are the unrefined
\nLoaded on a ship and left to stand
\nThere it must be
\nLike some vile arena
\nFull on adversity
\nThe wretchedness of not knowing
\nThe misfortune of it all
\nCalamitous and dreadful
\nChained up on a wall<\/p>\n
Movement, a sea crossing
\nBeing thrown about
\nTreated just like cargo
\nThey must have so much doubt
\nThe idea of no food and no drink
\nIs a selfish and vile idea
\nNo food no shit just imagine it!
\nThats the excuse to cheer<\/p>\n
Fearful starved and aching
\nFrom standing in a hold
\nIf the weather is stormy
\nThen of course they are rolled
\nBeing bruised and abused
\nOn their journey to the East
\nTo the hell whole that is Vietnam
\nA place you would go to least<\/p>\n
Manhandled screaming in a language
\nForeign to your ears
\nKicked and punched and knocked about
\nLook hard folks see their tears
\nIts patriarchal torture
\nYoung females in distress
\nReally truly suffering
\nAnd ultimately no redress<\/p>\n
Herded into bloodied sheds
\nChained against a wall
\nScreams we hear those awful screams
\nAnd each lowing call
\nThe noise the jangling chains
\nThe thugs the smell
\nOf death its there its obvious
\nIn the slaughterhouse of Hell<\/p>\n
They stand holding a sledgehammer
\nYou hear each rabid howl
\nThe hammer falls And splits our heads
\nThe agony is foul
\nKicking like the clappers
\nAs your life they derail
\nAustralia they left you to this mayhem
\nTo this pain
\nTo the masculine malevolence
\nAnd the laxity of gain<\/p>\n
All your hopes and wishes
\nOf the blue skies up above
\nAll you wanted dearly was someone
\nTo show some love
\nBut psychopathic evil
\nAnd a satanic woe
\nHow is it fair to end up here
\nWhere no one wants to know<\/p>\n
Its not fair that it ends like this
\nThe Australians didn’t care
\nThey put us on those crazy ships
\nAnd shipped us anywhere
\nThey left us to the mercy
\nOf savages of sin
\nIf we had known what was to be our fate
\nWe would have jumped in<\/p>\n
To the sea given half the chance
\nWhy face all this and die
\nNot fed not given a measly drink just thoroughly
\nNeglected, its a lie
\nThe farmers they were never friends
\nIt was money all the way
\nSigning deals we know how that feels
\nWhen only the victims pay<\/p>\n
We have hearts and minds
\nWe have eyes to see
\nHow immoral human beings be
\nWe feel thirst and suffer
\nYes we do
\nAnd you won’t feed us in case we poo
\nYou minimise the mess we make
\nAll the shippers they are fake<\/p>\n
It is only humane who think this way
\nTo torture us and make us pay
\nTo put the fear of god to work
\nIn our psyche now does lurk
\nYour ugly demons we can feel
\nOur end is near it does reveal
\nA morbid sickening sense of awe
\nThat humans have within their core<\/p>\n
Australia’s live Export trade
\nIs draconian and on them is laid
\nThe harassment and oppression there
\nThe pitilessness it isn’t fair
\nThe rule of might the tyranny
\nThe denizens of vile despair
\nRigorous to the extreme
\nUnsparing of each savage scream<\/p>\n
Grasping overbearing thought
\nHeavy handed brutal sport
\nThey treat us roughly inflicting pain
\nWith hardened hearts for nominal gain
\nThey intimidate and terrorize
\nThey bludgeon us before our eyes
\nSubjugate and grind us down
\nNo softness in this bloody town<\/p>\n
They are our masters thats for sure
\nWe females feel it more and more
\nWe nurture life we hold the key
\nWe are servants of their infamy
\nThey be the keepers of our fate
\nWe are their convicts and our state
\nWas being weakened by the hour
\nGround down by their constant power<\/p>\n
The money grabbing bastards they
\nGet the dosh and walk away
\nIncome earned each victim burned
\nBy these vile farmers who are not concerned
\nWe are the sacrifice the forfeiture
\nThe depreciation and perdition pure
\nDenuded and bereft are we
\nThe insolvent symphony<\/p>\n
We became just merchandise
\nStock in trade a sack of rice
\nBought and sold just like so much
\nShit in fact so out of touch
\nWith reality and humanity
\nThats live exports actually<\/p>\n
Its the shekels they can bank
\nWe just have to be that frank
\nGrease the palms of the banksters who
\nDuck and dive you know thats true
\nMoney power and fiduciary
\nDepreciated currency<\/p>\n
Opulence for the farming clan
\nThey make their fortune when they can
\nAs to us females they don’t care
\nAll their so called terms
\nThey do not share
\nWell heeled credit worthy thugs
\nWho line their pockets booty bugs<\/p>\n
Most are skinflints miserly
\nDo their business grizzly
\nMean an mingy stingy they
\nThats the order of each day
\nWe are the victims after all
\nGift less chained up to the wall
\nThe sledgehammer approach we get
\nIt gets the buyers out of debt<\/p>\n
And thats the vilest stupor here
\nThe delayed reaction the constant fear
\nThe insouciance the indifferent way
\nWe are treated here and made to pay
\nA coarseness it just feels dead pan
\nBlind to deaf to new age man
\nThe patriarchal symphony
\nThat deafens us all eventually<\/p>\n
MY APPEAL IS to ban live exports
\nIt is purely slavery criminality and death
\nFor innocent females in the main victims
\nOf profit that has a serious karmic debt
\nAttached to it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A running sore within my heart Are Australians who feel Its right to export females Despite what we reveal Born on Australian farms we be Then shipped across the salty sea To Vietnam for slaughter Where a serpents tooth there … Continue reading