Where is she?
\nWhere is my mother?
\nThe ripples tell it all
\nThose cries go in and reverberate
\nWe can feel that call
\nCaptivity is enmity
\nIt’s unfeeling and it’s wrong
\nAnd that its doneFor corporate wealth
\nIt’s one hell of a song
\nThat karmically will taint them
\nTheir cruelty is there
\nThey really are an unsightly bunch
\nThat boardroom of despair<\/p>\n
Monstrous loathing CEO’s
\nSit atop some hall
\nAnd plug their ears
\nYes they plug their ears
\nWith loads of cotton wool<\/p>\n
So they cannot hear this baby
\nIt’s lamentation shrill
\nWeeping so and wailing so
\nIt really can’t be still
\nShedding tears a plenty
\nAs mournful as can be
\nThis baby and its mother
\nShould be swimming in the sea<\/p>\n
And you buggers bloody well know it
\nCaptivity is wrong
\nEvery animals in a cage
\nWhere it does not belong
\nIn a tank in a pen in a rotten sty
\nThe human race has the ugliest face
\nWhen they are crying just to die<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where is she? Where is my mother? The ripples tell it all Those cries go in and reverberate We can feel that call Captivity is enmity It’s unfeeling and it’s wrong And that its doneFor corporate wealth It’s one hell … Continue reading