The set of our horror tale
\nComes from the wild
\nFrom the counties of England
\nAll so called self styled
\nPlaces of honour
\nOf privilege for
\nThe wild folk who live and abound
\nIn the raw<\/p>\n
In the damp Demostration
\nOur decisive role
\nCut out of some hollow
\nWherein lies our soul
\nWe are playful and sentient
\nWith certainty we
\nHave lived in this earth
\nFor an eternity<\/p>\n
Our grounded authoritative
\nSelf evident ways
\nFrom the bowels of our mother
\nWe spent many days
\nThe clan known as Farmer and HUnter
\nDid stalk
\nThe highways and byways
\nWherever we walk<\/p>\n
They are discriminatory appraising
\nOur worth
\nAs vectors of TB
\nWhich comes from the earth
\nA sickness that tactlessly
\nGenerates pain
\nFor the cows in the sheds
\nAnd Their concrete refrain<\/p>\n
Once we might share a field or a grove
\nOr a hillock somewhere
\nWhere all of us rove
\nBut somehow how do we
\nAs ungulates they
\nAre frightfully holed up
\nIn halls of dismay<\/p>\n
They talk to us wild souls
\nBut not in our tongue, in thoughts
\nPure and simple
\nAll of us among
\nThe animal clan
\nPass out thoughts in this way
\nAnd the poet Rex is agog
\nSo they say<\/p>\n
These humans their husbandry
\nLacks a true art
\nThe skill and the balance
\nHas gone for a start
\nLiving in the earth
\nReplaced by a need
\nThe corporate argument has to succeed<\/p>\n
Reversing the shield in a contrary way
\nAnd dividing us all who come out to play
\nCherish and share the great outdoors where they
\nLive out their lives most every day
\nCreation debated a place where we might
\nHonour our mother and live in the light
\nSome preferred darkness, some knew to where
\nThey would live and would die
\nIn the cool of the air<\/p>\n
We are the Badgers our setts are where we
\nIt’s a great hell and a true travesty
\nTelling us we transmit bugs which we do
\nAnd the ungulates say we are scapegoats
\nIt’s true
\nFrom the bystanders who
\nGet the blame that’s the claim
\nIt’s what farmers do
\nThe voiceless they call us
\nAs if we don’t know, we all link up
\nAnd It’s those fools down below<\/p>\n
They are the high and mighty
\nWith big brains but they
\nHave such ugly thoughts
\nAt the end of the day
\nThey are morbid, they gossip
\nTheir indifference appears
\nIts each a sense of thought
\nAnd That brings badgers to tears
\nOut into the open conditioned by now
\nTo hear that the thoughtless have
\nall of the power<\/p>\n
The great corporations
\nGiants in their own right
\nThe traders in dead flesh
\nWho work very well in the dead of the night
\nIn the dark in the shadows in nocturnal grief
\nWho set out our stall and know the belief
\nA System so prevalent abstract as hell
\nall this Lucabration makes their brains swell
\nWith the wrong thoughts about us
\nAbout foxy too
\nSuch. Inattention
\nWhat does it all do?<\/p>\n
It leads to disaster
\nFor us all everywhere
\nThis new band of Tories their noses in the air
\nThey feel Hares and foxes should be slaughteredk too
\nBy the land of gentry who do what they do
\nRide hide and slaughter that’s what they do creating
\nPall mayhem for wildness its true<\/p>\n
It’s what we are made of
\nWe are of the earth
\nWe are close to our Mother
\nWe know her true worth
\nTheir degrees of glaucoma, each opening eye
\nSees the sadness of guilty who tries to apply
\ndistortion really of wild souls
\nWho feel
\nThey have a place in their forest for real<\/p>\n
The cows poor old females subjugated and lost
\nTheir babies who scar their heartstrings their cost
\nKidnapped and slaughtered this is what we do
\nThis is the dairy. And all this is true
\nFArmers are out of it that is for sure
\nThey talk only of profit outside their door
\nThe pus filled soup antibiotics and all,
\nthat gets into our bodies aNd breaks every rule<\/p>\n
Humans they buy it and use it for they
\nGet their calcium from it
\nAnd boy do they pay<\/p>\n
We badgers are clearly the victims and gwe
\nAre to be culled a word that means we
\nThe yes men the dead men mortgaged up to their ears
\nLiving in fear and sharing their tears
\nWe are to be shot down or gassed and we know
\nThat we are the innocent always in the flow
\nThe disease of the century is TB it’s ignorant humans whose arrogant plea
\nWhose darkness is written their own heads and they
\nNo nothing of truth at the end of the day<\/p>\n
We have existed for centuries
\nWe reside in our sett
\nWith out
\nR will to be freeAnd not in any debt
\nWe are macrobiotic as are all of our kind
\nWe are all embracing with all of our mind
\nWe can work in the darkness with unrivalled power
\nMatchless in fact in each muddy tower<\/p>\n
Of existence to fathom out what we must do
\nTo counter the lies the humans who woo<\/p>\n
The grey people rulers the parliamentary poo
\nWho rule with an iron fist over people like you
\nMurdering scum and the dumbed down who do not view our deaths just the pill that is blue
\nThe vagueness the unnatural state of affairs where death and destruction are saying their prayers<\/p>\n
We are the Badgers we are the ones
\nPreparing to die and the farmers gunsAre
\nAre waiting
\nThey are coming to shoot us all down!leaving our bodies to rot around town
\nwe are the Badgers we have done nothing wrong
\nThe countryside really is where we belong
\nWe don’t blame the cowshed lament though is loud
\nIt’s those vile politicians oft seen in the crowd
\nWith mouths like great caverns and brains like wet straw
\nWho know how to shout when it comes down to WAR<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The set of our horror tale Comes from the wild From the counties of England All so called self styled Places of honour Of privilege for The wild folk who live and abound In the raw In the damp Demostration … Continue reading