Such tiny cages
\nScreaming laments
\nTotal frustration
\nMany atttempts
\nBlue gloved technicians
\nCome to be there
\nTaxpayer funded
\nThough few are aware<\/p>\n
The sedated mother
\nLifeless she lays
\nHead on one side
\nSome awful malaise
\nSet full of grief
\nDrugged up to the eyes
\nHer baby is frantic
\nHe does not realise<\/p>\n
He touches her
\nLoves her but there is no response
\nShe is dead to the world
\nThe diodes in her bonce
\nLook bloody and evil
\nAnd ugly and sore
\nWho in the world
\nCould imagine this more<\/p>\n
Her baby is left
\nWith its grimace of hell
\nWhat can it do for its mother
\nPray tell
\nWhere is that angel
\nThat comforts and cares
\nWith all the emotion
\nOf wildness that shares<\/p>\n
She is lost to his world
\nThats when he feels alone
\nHe too an experiment
\nJust hear him moan
\nIts enough to induce in you
\nTears in quick flow
\nAnd a curious ache
\nIn your body below<\/p>\n
Huddled together
\nTheir terror we see
\nThose who have eyes
\nWho can sensitively
\nImagine the agony
\nWith hearts that know
\nWhat we do in dark places
\nAnd refuse to show<\/p>\n
But for PETA who brings
\nLight into this regime
\nExperimentation
\nThe darkest of dream
\nIn our names they do this
\nAnd have all along
\nRoutine operations
\nFor the great throng<\/p>\n
Us yes we psycho’s
\nWho buy the cheap crap
\nWho want all the potions
\nReally to slap
\nOn our ugly faces
\nThe plaster to fill
\nThe cracks in our body
\nThat will be there still<\/p>\n
Yes its because we allow
\nAll this shit
\nThis corporate slavery
\nWhere does it sit
\nWith you Mr long nose
\nOr you Mrs Arse
\nWhen you get your great bargains
\nAnd feel just first class<\/p>\n
Yes its all happening
\nEvils galore
\nThe wild ones are tortured
\nAnd for evermore
\nCaptured and shipped and experimented on
\nThousands are treated
\nUntil life is gone<\/p>\n
For our fucking detergents
\nOur perfumes our shit
\nWe put down our bogs
\nWhere does it sit
\nWith you MR KNOwall
\nHow do you feel
\nIn the dark of the night
\nWhen you hear babies squeal<\/p>\n
Its in your subconscious
\nLaboratory wallers
\nWho fix their diodes
\nMaking their dollars
\nMaking their euros makingtheir pounds
\nGo further and further
\nSuch evil astounds<\/p>\n
We cant wait to buy up
\nThe drugs and the stuff
\nQueue up and give them
\nThe dosh feeling rough
\nSome of us maybe
\nPick up on the pain
\nAs the poor little monkeys
\nBlood drips down the drain<\/p>\n
They are suffering so
\nWith this ugly charade
\nExperimentation
\nTheir stock in trade
\nSadistic robots
\nUnwilling to change
\nObsessed and inflexible
\nAcross the range<\/p>\n
They do a disservice
\nTo the Natural World
\nThey are the plague
\nAnd they have hurled
\nTheir calamitous sin
\nInto daily events
\nFor our ointments and powders
\nThat do not make sense<\/p>\n
Contusions and bruises
\nAnd fractures we see
\nOn sweet little monkeys
\nVictims they be
\nSavaged and traumatized
\nPunctured and sore
\nStitched up and punctured again
\nWhats it for?<\/p>\n
This is a scourge
\nOn humanities side
\nA dark imposition
\nOh yes its denied
\nBacterium injected
\nNerve gas and more
\nParlous exposure
\nIts as if a war<\/p>\n
Has suddenly hit them
\nDefenceless they scream
\nSo much insecurity
\nThey cannot redeem
\nThe gathering clouds
\nTheir precariousness
\nBeset with perils
\nThe ultimate stress<\/p>\n
THANKYOU PETA For shining some light
\nOn this awful human waste of wild animals
\nFor experimentation<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Such tiny cages Screaming laments Total frustration Many atttempts Blue gloved technicians Come to be there Taxpayer funded Though few are aware The sedated mother Lifeless she lays Head on one side Some awful malaise Set full of grief Drugged … Continue reading