Why do we punish angels
\nCastigate and beat
\nTry to remove their innocence
\nBefore we remove their feet
\nHang them from the yard arm
\nLike a sack of shite
\nMake them shake with terror
\nAnd a greed and insatiable blight
\nmaddened by high living
\nRump steaks every day
\nGuzzling gorging licking ones lips
\nThe epicurean way<\/p>\n
Brazil has torn down forests
\nHas murdered wildness she
\nSends the bull\u2019s to Turkey
\nAnd to Lebanon where they be
\nShipped in congested vessels
\nAcross the raging sea
\nNot a shred of food or water
\nStarving actually<\/p>\n
Tortured piled on top of each other
\nFractures every hour
\nShitting and peeing and bleeding
\nAnd seeing
\nAll have lost the power
\nand the strength that they were born with
\nAngels everyone
\nAll mixed up with undesirables
\nhumans on the run<\/p>\n
The meat trade is the murder trade
\nHalal the purists see
\nThroats cut through it\u2019s what they do
\nAnd bleed incessantly
\nScreaming to the heavens
\nThe butchers waiting game
\nrenegades and recreates
\nWho just don\u2019t know what shame<\/p>\n
Is seeking unworldliness
\nPurity of heart
\nIn a true unfallen state
\nWho honestly impart
\nA conscience that is oh so clean
\nForgivable and right
\nThey drag the lame
\nAnd then they claim
\nThe spoils yes as a right<\/p>\n
Leather is the skin
\nWe all have but our irreverence
\nIs murdering for their dead flesh
\nIt really makes no sense
\nThe skin we call it leather
\nThe boots the shoes the coats
\nIt makes us really stand out
\nAnd their bleeding throats<\/p>\n
Dripping squelching when we pace
\nThe smell of blood and guts
\nOur sofa\u2019s and our steering wheels
\nAs we pass over ruts
\nBelts that hold our trousers up
\nLeather it\u2019s their skin
\nThe angels made it permeable
\nAnd we made it a sin<\/p>\n
We feel we are superior
\nTo the four legs that we eat
\nSo why not wear their bloody skin
\nAnd make sure that the seat
\nWe sit on is of leather
\nOur glorious handbags too
\nSome made out of our babies skin
\nSome from the unborn who<\/p>\n
Never got to breathe fresh air
\nOr feel the wondrous sun
\nThey were locked in their mother
\nHopeful that the fun
\nWould come to them
\nBut the slaughterhouse
\nAnd the slaughter men came first
\nThey ripped open our mothers
\nYou see they had a thirst<\/p>\n
For the finest calves skin
\nFor the wallets and the ties
\nstreets of blood and seas of guts
\nSo many of the lies
\nHung up by one leg or two
\nthroats cut from end to end
\nLeather if you wear it
\nYou are, nobody\u2019s friend<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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