Females to the farmer
\nA ticket to a life
\nWhere kidnap rape and torture
\nAnd several years of strife
\nAre commonplace
\nAre expected
\nThe cruelty of man
\nPurposefully for profit
\nIts all part of the plan<\/p>\n
We watch a cow appealingly
\nSwap eye contact to see
\nWhether the slaughterhouse operative
\nHas a heart
\nAnd wants to be
\nCompassionate and gentle
\nBut he has no time to be
\nAnything but a vandal
\nWhich he does demonstrably<\/p>\n
Her life has Seen the evil
\nHeartlessness was rife
\nIntolerant and merciless
\nEvery hour brought strife
\nHer children kidnapped every one
\nAnd she then raped again
\nTortured by the savages
\nThat plagued her whole campaign<\/p>\n
No respect for females
\nNot in the farmyard she
\nSufferred so much misogyny
\nAll that was plain to see
\nNobody showed her benevolence
\nNo empathy at all
\nShe was just a non entity
\nStanding in a stall<\/p>\n
Heavy hands that raped her
\nA boot that kicked her arse
\nHours of true long suffering
\nIf they wanted to pass
\nAn electric prod or a steel toe cap
\nConnecting with her soul
\nThe gathering clouds are everywhere
\nFor they use that as control<\/p>\n
Vulgarity and swearing
\nIt happens everyday
\nEverywhere the evil eye
\nThreatens so they say
\nThe force us in the rape rack
\nMilk us of our worth
\nSteal it for the human breed
\nWhilst our calves have gone to earth<\/p>\n
Already in some burger
\nOr a sausage in some pan
\nOur precious little babies
\nWho we carried and some van
\nTook them all the babies
\nTo be murdered in cold blood
\nThe drains around those slaughter pits
\nJust run red with a flood<\/p>\n
And now after that awful life
\nI cannot bear to try
\nAnd walk another moment
\nTo the place where I will die
\nI am lame from all the torment
\nThe electric prods and kicks
\nBeing beaten with their pitch forks
\nAnd really knocked for six<\/p>\n
The anger that they showed us
\nThe acrimony and gall
\nResentment you could feel it
\nRevengefulness and all
\nWrathfulness and raging fury
\nFerment all the time
\nLife was just intolerable
\nLaying in our own slime<\/p>\n
No words of endearment
\nA female misses that
\nBad mannered and boorish
\nAggressive really at
\nEvery single motion
\nEvery single hour
\nYou felt just how unwelcoming
\nThat was and how they used their power<\/p>\n
And on the death row conveyor
\nOur red eyes try to find
\nAn operative who uses his heart still
\nAnd his mind
\nTo verify the circumstance
\nOf a female in the last
\nThroes of life beseechingly
\nHopeful she is cast<\/p>\n
With kindliness and belonging
\nBut instead of course she finds
\nThe malevolence it permeates
\nAll the hearts and minds
\nThese murderers have nothing
\nThey are brutish torturers who
\nWork for a rabid corporate
\nAnd are part of his ugly stew<\/p>\n
Of tyranny and brashness
\nOf disrespect and shame
\nRebellious and defiant
\nPart of his killing game
\nLoudmouthed and offensive
\nArrogant to a tee
\nThey sniff and snort and don’t give a fig
\nFor a female soul like me<\/p>\n
Dragged off by a fork lift
\nBruised and savaged by
\nThe rollers and the manhandling
\nAnd thats before I die
\nLifted to the gantry
\nStrung up, every pain
\nMy throat is slit from ear to ear
\nAnd my blood is purple rain<\/p>\n
You like my flesh its good and red
\nYou like my skin, it too
\nIs probably on your sofa
\nWhere your fat arse rests, its true
\nYou like the milk or the custard
\nIts made out of sweet dears
\nWhen you swallow it
\nCan you feel me
\nCan you taste my final tears!<\/p>\n
NO I guess you cannot
\nOr will not, not at all
\nYou cannot imagine that mother
\nWho once stood in that stall
\nWho cried her fucking heart out
\nEvery single day
\nWhilst the farmer made a killing
\nAnd you lot couldnt wait to pay<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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