To escape that\u2019s our one big idea
\nThey kick us Out of the way
\nInjure us such fear
\nWells up in our being
\nWe have to run away
\nOur little legs are trying to
\nThe true height of dismay
\nErgonomically we should be able
\nOur muscles though are weak
\nBleeding from contusions
\nWe are mild and we are meek
\nNot up to hairy labourers
\nWho treat us like footballs
\nKick us with such anger the agony appals<\/p>\n
Innocence is no excuse
\nSubmissiveness leads to
\nMore attacks
\nSome real hard whacks
\nIt\u2019s what the workers do
\nBeing fatalistic
\nReally makes no odds
\nFarm workers are senseless
\nThey are a bunch of sods
\nAnd Sod\u2019s law is the legalistic
\nOrder of the day
\nAs piglets we are nothing
\nAlways we have to pay
\nThey screw our tails off
\nPull our balls off
\nCastration and it\u2019s tough
\nClip our teeth and throw us
\nAbout yes life for us is rough<\/p>\n
Our mothers in gestation crates
\nSuch rigidity
\nIt\u2019s all about space something to face
\nSomething to try and see
\nAbsolute zero tolerance
\nFor a mother in a state
\nOf pregnancy
\nAnd she has to be
\nEnclosed which isn\u2019t great<\/p>\n
Dumping where she lays
\nImagine that just if you can
\nLaying in the shit she aims into the slits
\nI am no fan
\nOf any Human being
\nWho tells me he farms pork
\nCoercing beautiful Mother sows
\nWho cannot even walk<\/p>\n
Many of us babies she lays on
\nOr we fall
\nbetween the slits into her bog
\nOr we are stuck between the wall
\nAnd the dirty grating
\nPiglets innocent souls
\nLeft to die there bleating
\nAnd as for the human trolls<\/p>\n
Those idiots won\u2019t see us
\nNor hear us
\nIf they do
\nThey will pick us up
\nAnd kick us like a football
\nIt is true
\nLook around the numbers
\nBruised and beaten they
\nCame into this world
\nOf joy denied them right away<\/p>\n
A bucket full of piglets
\nHeartaches everyone
\nBorn onto a concrete slat
\nNever to see the sun
\nNever to feet the wind nor rain
\nNor see the light of day
\nOnly feel the boot of a labouring yob
\nWho looks the other way<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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