These murdering scumbag industries
\nAre good at choosing words
\nHarvesting for murdering
\nCulling all undeterred
\nThey sink to depths beyond the pale
\nAnd torture and alas
\nCreate in markets in Shengcun
\nA vile darkly morass<\/p>\n
The lowest of the low employed
\nTo work with animals there
\nCaged minks racoon dogs and foxes
\nAt levels of despair
\nFar exceeding any nightmare
\nAnyone might think
\nWas possible their agony
\nTakes me to the brink<\/p>\n
Skinned alive so violently
\nThe egregious way
\nThat death is metered out to them
\nHow anyone can pay
\nMoney to create this trade
\nFor the fashion of the day
\nIts sickening to think about
\nAnd shameful all the way<\/p>\n
This is a huge great market place
\nOf slovenly desire
\nA ragbag of tumultuousness
\nRandom pelts so dire
\nStill connected with fat and grease
\nIts lawless infamy
\nAberrant and such deviants
\nVandals on the line
\nOutrageous and excessive
\nHeavy handed swine<\/p>\n
Watching Raccoon dogs a thrashing
\nAs their fur is being stripped
\nTempestuous and brutal
\nThe screaming as its ripped
\nForcefully imagining the pain
\nThey truly are neanderthals
\nWatching them it is plain<\/p>\n
We make their end so harrowing
\nAs they lacerate and tear
\nThe stench of death hangs awfully
\nAlmost everywhere
\nIts malodorous and putrid
\nThe howling wailing cries
\nThat go right through ones marrow
\nFilling up your eyes<\/p>\n
With tears and choking bluster
\nOnly unsound minds can be
\nAssociated with this trade
\nThe mindlessness we see
\nClearly so moronic unconcerned
\nThey be
\nWhere oversight and such neglect
\nAre all that we can see<\/p>\n
The vulgarity of fashion
\nIts like a fog of fear
\nTactless and insensitive
\nThat hangs in clouds around here
\nThe evidence is everywhere
\nAnd secret cameras do
\nPick up all thats terrible
\nThough some think its untrue<\/p>\n
The fur trade is a murder trade
\nA bloody ugly end
\nIts insanity its lunacy
\nThe unsound mind can send
\nA screwball to oblivion
\nHidebound and brazen they
\nJust do it for the money to be
\nMade along the way<\/p>\n
Fur traders are a scourge
\nUpon this earth and in every way
\nThey abandon all that they were taught
\nOn any given day
\nAnd stride out with a rotteness
\nAnd a morbidity
\nContaminating all they touch
\nFor all eternity<\/p>\n
As for the hags who wear the fur
\nDefiant as they are
\nWho overlook the insanity
\nThe agony so far
\nRemoved from them
\nOne has to question
\nHow it is that they
\nCan buy into such iniquity
\nAnd do it come what may<\/p>\n
The departmental stores
\nFrequenting Knightsbridge
\nHow do they
\nHave the gall to carry on
\nWith torture all the way
\nIndisposed to realise
\nOr woeful and careworn
\nSuch blatancy and such flagrancy
\nOstentatiously they are torn<\/p>\n
And still we frequent them
\nGiving them credence to carry on their evil<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
These murdering scumbag industries Are good at choosing words Harvesting for murdering Culling all undeterred They sink to depths beyond the pale And torture and alas Create in markets in Shengcun A vile darkly morass The lowest of the low … Continue reading