12 months ago the ship left Freemantle
\nThousands of sheep loaded they
\nWere stressed out of their minds
\nHaving come from all over the place
\nYou can just see the signs
\nFrom farm to the port
\nVentilation not good
\nNo food and no drink
\nAnd they know
\nWhat\u2019s going to happen
\nLive exports to somewhere
\nIt\u2019s stressful as fair well you know<\/p>\n
Crammed into small pens
\nSharing the air
\nSharing the stench
\nOf the closeness they share
\nFrom Australia to the Middle East
\nIt is A punishment they
\nAll were condemned
\nAn outlawed to pay<\/p>\n
With their lives a death warrant
\nPlaced on their head
\nAnd many of course
\nWould be falling dead
\nBefore they got where
\nThey were supposed to be going
\nGuilty of living
\nThe stresses were showing<\/p>\n
Incompetence high
\nImprobity too
\nWrongful unlawful
\nIt\u2019s what shippers do
\nUnspotted unblemished
\nCallow and naive
\nFace to face with the wicked
\nWho won\u2019t even grieve<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a business
\nThese shipments
\nare lucrative they
\nNeed to carry on
\nAt the end of the day
\nThat\u2019s the meat trade
\nThe shippers the minister who
\nHave Faced all the lobbyists
\nIt\u2019s what they do<\/p>\n
The voiceless say little
\nAnd animal Rights
\nWe can label them terrorists
\nTroublesome sprites
\nThere\u2019s an amoral sentiment
\nIt\u2019s in the air
\nUnprincipled erring
\nWhich really does scare<\/p>\n
Those of us seeing
\nThe abandonment here
\nAnd what is indefensible
\nFlagrant and drear
\nIt\u2019s all about business
\nThe bottom line
\nThe Middle East contracts
\nWhere everything\u2019s fine<\/p>\n
Lots of self-interest
\nGo-getters they
\nShow their covetous thoughts
\nAt the end of the day
\nCan you feel the irreverence
\nOh boy it\u2019s there
\nThe sheep are the victims
\nAnd they are aware<\/p>\n
Many are mothers
\nSome will give birth
\nOn the voyage sense the feeling
\nNow not on gods earth
\nBut on the high seas
\nWith the wake and the roar
\nBeing pushed tight together
\nAnd feeling quite sore<\/p>\n
The offhanded workers
\nUnflatteringly
\nShare their expletives
\nScurrilously
\nBeing one of the sheep
\nThe humiliation
\nWe have low esteem
\nThere is no salvation<\/p>\n
This journey we are on
\nWe know it to be
\nHalal and beyond
\nThe new Hell tragically
\nDutifulness
\nIt just isn\u2019t here
\nTheir bounden duty
\nCoursing with fear<\/p>\n
It\u2019s all happened before
\nOn the shipments abroad
\nWhere so many of us
\nDie by the sword
\nIt\u2019s been our forfeiture
\nWe just abdicate
\nAll of our feelings
\nWe just have to wait<\/p>\n
Answerable to god
\nFor man doesn\u2019t care
\nHis wilful neglect
\nIs just everywhere
\nThe temperature is rising
\nThe water troughs dry
\nIt\u2019s harder to breathe
\nAnd the stench it is high<\/p>\n
We all have loose Bowels
\nAt the end of the day
\nFeeling wronged and infringed
\nBeing made to pay
\nWhere is true rightfulness
\nWhere is morality
\nDemanded and claimable
\nAbove board and honesty<\/p>\n
Where is their compassion
\nTheir fellow feeling
\nThis is what gets to us
\nIt\u2019s not appealing
\nDry-eyed and callous
\nThey turn their deaf ears
\nAway from what\u2019s happening
\nAnd can\u2019t see our tears<\/p>\n
The black clouds we see them
\nThe thunder we hear
\nThe ship really rocking
\nFor us it\u2019s all clear
\nThe cursing and swearing
\nThe misanthropy
\nThe lack of concern
\nAnd the severity<\/p>\n
Fazel Ullah he filmed us
\nSo we at least can be evidence
\nThen possibly
\nAnimal rights and David Littleproud
\nCan well have some truths
\nSo the great AFP
\nMight get involved
\nThey need to for we<\/p>\n
Are sitting ducks really
\nOn the salty sea
\nThere is no goodwill
\nNo tenderness
\nLots of abuse
\nAnd breaks of stress
\nMothers have given birth
\nTheir babies lie
\nIn everyone\u2019s excrement
\nWhich is where they die<\/p>\n
So grieving mothers
\nProtecting the dead
\nWe do not have water
\nAnd that has led
\nTo Sourness and gruffness
\nAn ill tempered souls
\nWe are being trodden on
\nScoring no goals<\/p>\n
Not any more
\nWrathfulness grows
\nGreat bursts of anger
\nI mean it just shows
\nEverywhere all of us
\nStressed to the end
\nImpatience a sore point
\nWe had made a friend<\/p>\n
But now she is scowling
\nIn a boiling rage
\nDispossessed by the angels
\nAnd now off the page
\nEmanuel Exports
\nWe wonder now how
\nThey got export license
\nWhy would they allow<\/p>\n
Such undue arrogance
\nSuch tyranny
\nAnd so much neglect
\nHow can it be
\nShipment after shipment
\nInspections and all
\nYet so much Indifference
\nThey break every rule<\/p>\n
We are ever so fearful
\nWe panic we cry
\nWe mistrust the lot of you
\nWe know we will die
\nThey are falling around our feet
\nSome vomiting blood
\nShaking and weeping
\nIn our self made flood<\/p>\n
Of feces and urine
\nHopelessness kills
\nIntimidation
\nThe heat just instils
\nIt turns your face ashen
\nIt makes your eyes weep
\nYou hear the hearts beating
\nWhen you are trying to sleep<\/p>\n
On the Agassi\u2019s express
\nOn that August day
\nWhen hundreds dropped dead
\nAnd in puke they did lay
\nWe never saw humans
\nThey just didn\u2019t care
\nGasping for air
\nWanting to share<\/p>\n
Brightness our great goddess
\nHer auspicious light
\nWe sought her protection
\nWe knew she would fight
\nFor us she gave us hope
\nAt the end of the day
\nAs we struggled to breathe
\nBeing just made to pay<\/p>\n
2400 of us closed our blue eyes
\nSunk on our knees
\nThe timid the wise
\nSome weeping some wailing
\nHysterics prevailing
\nAnguish and torture
\nOur waking nightmare
\nBeing tossed by the sea
\nOur angst everywhere<\/p>\n
The dead some were taken dragged
\nOff to be
\nDumped with the shit
\nIn slings in the sea
\nAll of the evidence
\nThrown overboard
\nFor NEPTUNE to counter
\nTheir ripe bones to hoard<\/p>\n
At the port on arrival
\nHalal the name
\nOf the religious practice
\nMost of us game
\nFor any persuasion
\nThroats severed and gone
\nOne last sweep
\nAnd the Australian con<\/p>\n
Fixed in our minds
\nFor ever that we
\nWere scapegoats
\nJust profitability
\nDowntrodden and martyred
\nCrushed and prostrate
\nRiddled with misery
\nAware of our fate<\/p>\n
The meat trade
\nAre monsters
\nThe shippers are too
\nLive exports are evil
\nAnd so what you do
\nAll of you angels
\nStop this please try
\nThe agony we all felt
\nAnd it\u2019s no lie<\/p>\n
No laughing matter
\nWe had to go
\nAnd Australian farmers
\nTheir obtuseness we know
\nTheir unconcern
\nIt\u2019s in their eyes
\nPassionless spiritless
\nAle swigging guys.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
12 months ago the ship left Freemantle Thousands of sheep loaded they Were stressed out of their minds Having come from all over the place You can just see the signs From farm to the port Ventilation not good No … Continue reading