MExico you sicken me
\nThe suffering that I now see
\nIn your so called abattoir
\nEmploying monsters who think they are
\nIn a drama which is HELL on earth
\nWhy would any soul give birth
\nWould any mother dare to be
\nWatching its child die terribly<\/p>\n
A pig is intelligent and wholly cares
\nEmotionally with our children shares
\nWith our toddlers yes of 2 or 3 watch them die
\nMercilessly
\nThey are living breathing sentient souls
\nThey feel pain unlike the killing trolls
\nWho clearly have a vacuum head
\nAnd must be the cast of walking dead<\/p>\n
Those now eating pork abroad
\nIn Mexico can you afford
\nThe karmic debt and the agony
\nThat these animals take on tragically
\nIts unimaginable how they die
\nThere is no compassion my question why
\nAll these animals are aware
\nAnd are tortured in frint of each other
\nThey share <\/p>\n
the pain the grief and the awful fear
\nIts in their face thats very clear
\nThey are smothered in blood
\nThat has rained upon
\nthose on the hooks
\nWho are far from gone
\nTheir blood is spattered everywhere
\nThe walls are thick with it
\nDoes anyone care?<\/p>\n
They seem so vacant so pointless too
\nClearly its torture all the way through
\nPiles of bodies blood and gore
\nAll around the bloody floor
\nIts washing Really all around
\nAll these workers to hell are bound
\nEven a child there helping out
\nTorturing pigs all laws they flout<\/p>\n
Its government workers or so they say
\nIts hard to watch and who would pay
\nSlaughtermen to be like this
\nIt really and truly is taking the piss
\nThese pigs are screaming for dear life
\nAnd being given a lot more strife
\nThere is no similarity
\nWith anything I could ever see<\/p>\n
Many arrive at the scalding tank
\nAlive and kicking to be frank
\nStabbed in the neck and bleeding out
\nAnd thrown alive for a boiling bout
\nIts chaos its tumult and frenzy too
\nEvery sequence and all they do
\nIs torture and thrust the knives and more
\nThis is a blood bath filled with gore<\/p>\n
Cows outside stabbed twenty times
\nAnd left to bleed out there are no rhymes
\nCapable of telling you
\nOf the hell hole I was invited to
\nOf the types of men I call them that
\nBut they surely are monsters and that is that
\nTheir progression up to hell
\nIs coming fast I do hear tell
\nNo intervention no management here
\nTo right the wrongs that are so clear<\/p>\n
And what about the rule of law
\nMExico now are you sure
\nYou really know whats going on
\nOr are you paid off to observe the con
\nDo you eat the pork with your knife and fork
\nTo you chew their meat do you feel that heat
\nThe adrenaline rush how it did gush
\nThe fear and doubt it was about<\/p>\n
MExico’s meat trade and all time low
\nNotbing could be worse and all on show
\nA multitude of sins we saw
\nAnd all of them they did abhor
\nI still can hear those poor pigs cries
\nLooking straight into their eyes
\nBursting out with pink ado
\nAt what the human put on view<\/p>\n
Perpetuity isn’t long
\nBut every single part is wrong
\nIt is a totally unending strife
\nAs we slowly force the life
\nOut of toddlers of 2 or 3
\nHung up for all the world to see<\/p>\n
The violence and severity
\nTurning the knife around to be
\nCausing such pain such an evil trait
\nBumanity now cannot wait
\nI am overwhelemed by the top knotch force
\nClearly with emnity at its source<\/p>\n
What a way to have to die
\nThose last few thoughts and wondering why
\nWhatever god there supposed to be
\nWhy in the end we have to see
\nCreatures broken and torn apart
\nScreaming their heads off from the start
\nHow can carnivores let this go
\nTo actually be part of the show
\nBlunt force trauma everywbere
\nAnd the terrible toxic coated air<\/p>\n
This is murder Number One
\nThat is when the day is done
\nAll thise souls who struggle on
\nUntil they finally are gone
\nAll that agony and pain
\nThe sound alone drives men insane
\nThere is notbing worse that we could see
\nThan a Mexican abattoir take it from me<\/p>\n
Video from mercy for animals
\nGovernment inspectors and slaughtermen
\nIn Mexico<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
MExico you sicken me The suffering that I now see In your so called abattoir Employing monsters who think they are In a drama which is HELL on earth Why would any soul give birth Would any mother dare to … Continue reading