I am a pig
\nI have feelings
\nLike a three year old child
\nI know that you want to eat Me
\nAnd obviously that makes me wild<\/p>\n
I cannot sweat
\nSo mud is my way
\nOf keeping the sun off my back
\nEveryday<\/p>\n
But now stuck in concrete
\nNo where to go
\nBeaten and kicked
\nYou do hate me so<\/p>\n
But what have I done
\nNothing to you
\nSo why you don’t care
\nI don’t have a clue<\/p>\n
CAnada hates us
\nDetests us for we
\nAre transported
\nTo slaughter
\nNo water
\nYea free <\/p>\n
of food and of caring
\nOf love and of sharing
\nThroats slit
\nHow daring
\nYou lot must be<\/p>\n
So 150 friends
\nIn a truck
\nAll bound for slaughter
\nSo we’d run out of luck<\/p>\n
The truck then tipped over
\nAnd we face true wrath
\nSome of us scarpered
\nFound a new path<\/p>\n
But all were soon rounded up
\nBy the staff there
\nAnd sent to be murdered
\nThat’s why it’s not fair<\/p>\n
You call yourself humane
\nThats all poppy cock
\nWe have profound feelings
\nIt is a big shock<\/p>\n
To our systems to be involved
\nin an accident and
\nThen just be ignored
\nCan’t you understand<\/p>\n
We do have feelings
\nAnd experience fear
\nWe hate trepidation
\nFor us it is clear<\/p>\n
It’s not want of courage
\nIt is loss of nerve
\nWhen we hear a Big Bang
\nAnd feel
\n A big swerve<\/p>\n
We imagine that freedom
\nHas come for us and
\nWe can all run away
\nSo we don’t understand<\/p>\n
Why we are corralled
\nWhy we must go
\nInto be slaughtered
\nIt’s not right you know<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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