Mother writhing
\nSlaughtered for
\nThe burger joint
\nYea up the street
\nThe the “cow and burger”a great place
\nWhere plastic plates and bottles greet<\/p>\n
The frantic dossers
\nWanting more
\nBeef the grief
\nFor evermore
\nWith lots of lettuce
\nAll of that
\nMixed up with sugar salt
\nAnd fat<\/p>\n
Its the throw away society
\nAround the streets
\nAnd gutters where
\nEventually the ocean too
\nFeels the ugly vile despair<\/p>\n
So another mother’s dying breath
\nWhere darkly surgeons cause to say
\nCesarians they cause and we
\nSee creation born to be<\/p>\n
Death the mother frantic
\nFor
\nHer offspring
\nYea created gore
\n60 seconds of malignancy
\nThe abattoir the acerbity<\/p>\n
Bitterness a harsh refrain
\nThose burger scoffing
\nAll the bane
\nOf creation drawing
\nOn the power
\nOf life itself
\nAnd that dark hour<\/p>\n
The evil eye is everywhere
\nCondemn the spirit
\nLets not care
\nWe banned emotion long ago
\nBlaspheme and blast
\nAnd sink as low<\/p>\n
Viperose deadly black hearted vile
\nLabouring deadbeats
\nDrenched in bile
\nPaid to slaughter
\nMothers who
\nGave everything
\nOf themselves for you<\/p>\n
Gave their calves
\nGave their soul
\nGave their milk
\nYes you stole
\nEvery second of every day
\nFrom them oh yes
\nYou made them pay<\/p>\n
And now cut up
\nAnd leaking blood
\nHer offspring
\nMake the final flood
\nBabies living
\nCreated souls
\nGodly figures
\nClearly poles<\/p>\n
Apart from the heartless
\nBurger joint
\nThe merciless
\nTossers who annoint
\nTheir plastic seats
\nTo fill their guts
\nWith all that dead flesh
\nAll those cuts<\/p>\n
Steaks and offal
\nAll names we use
\nFor what was once tissue
\nThat we abuse
\nWe slaughter mothers
\nIn their prime
\nHeavily pregnant
\nStill they climb<\/p>\n
All over her with blades
\nOf steel
\nCut into her
\nThat pain is real
\nWith one final moment
\nShe lets them go
\nHer offspring
\nEnter hell we know<\/p>\n
Meat scoffing laggards
\nCannot wait
\nTo get their teeth
\nInto something great
\nAll that anger all that pain
\nAll those tears
\nYes life in vain<\/p>\n
We watch her die
\nWe hear that breath
\nHer spirit
\nRises
\nWe see the death
\nWe hear the babies
\nWe hear the men
\nThe reprobates
\nAnd we know when<\/p>\n
The calves will die
\nAnd be thrown away
\nDown the chute
\nJust another day
\nFor the dead flesh scoffers
\nThe tossers who
\nAre guilty as charged
\nYea yea and you too<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mother writhing Slaughtered for The burger joint Yea up the street The the “cow and burger”a great place Where plastic plates and bottles greet The frantic dossers Wanting more Beef the grief For evermore With lots of lettuce All of … Continue reading