Snouts out
\nSucking in the air
\nEyes rooted on this life
\nThey are at the destination
\nThe house where all the strife
\nIs coming to head me thinks
\nThe smell of death is theres
\nThe trucker is a violent shit
\nWho has never heard of prayers<\/p>\n
6000 pigs are killed each day
\nIntelligent caring souls
\nThey know, what is happening
\nThey have the special roles
\nAwareness and what pain feels like
\nThe imprompriety
\nEach miscarriage of justice
\nAnd inexcusability<\/p>\n
Unloaded with intolerance
\nWrongdoers everyhwhere
\nThese gentle soft and beautiful souls
\nCrying with despair
\nThey know about the black clouds
\nThreatening them here
\nThe cursing and the vulgarity
\nAnd the rancour its all clear<\/p>\n
Overheated in that freightliner
\nDespite the ventilation
\nNo food no water no empathy
\nFor them just no salvation
\nForbidding ugly gloomy hours
\nIs a sunless truck
\nSuch repugnance and detestation
\nAnd standing in the muck<\/p>\n
The real stench of dishonesty
\nThe cursing rant of those
\nThreatening their survival
\nThe stench of murder grows
\nOfcourse its iniquitous criminals
\nWho sent them on their way
\nFarmers with a great big smile
\nWho trespass when they say<\/p>\n
How much they love their animals
\nWhich is the reason why
\nThey send them to the slaughterhouse
\nWhere every soul must die
\nBut not just die but be tortured
\nBe spat at kicked and told
\nWith expletives from the gutter
\nHow you now are rolled<\/p>\n
No stunning, you are a pig for fucks sake
\nWalk up the ramp and you
\nWill be tipped into the scalding tank
\nFor that is what they do
\nInto boiling water
\nKept under with a hook
\nDo you drown or are you boiled alive
\nLets take a look<\/p>\n
Scant respect of creation
\nThe despised ones we see
\nEyes a popping from their heads
\nAbject agony
\nThe terrible humiliation
\nThe paltriness of man
\nWho flogs dead flesh as bacon
\nAnd thinks he has a fan<\/p>\n
The dishonesty is paramount
\nThe unconscientiousness
\nAll feel
\nThe disloyalty and spivvery
\nAnd treachery so real
\nLegs of pork and apple sauce
\nCrackling the accursed
\nEach baby heart extinguished
\nIts as if its been rehearsed<\/p>\n
Some will buy a joint perhaps
\nAnd cook it worms and all
\nA karmic debt of improbity
\nVoraciously they crawl
\nGorging fat and blood and snot
\nAnd mucus on their way
\nThese writhing maggots
\nBorn of death
\nThere for us to pay<\/p>\n
A tape worm for the model
\nWho wants her pork quite pink?
\nA gormanizing dropout
\nWith that familiar stink
\nCovered up wirh Dior perhape
\nBut the tell take stench is there
\nThe drooling epicurean
\nWith her gut rife with despair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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