250 farm sites
\nIn Scotland alone
\nVast writhing cesspools of arrogance
\nLacking the wildness once known
\nNow it is all about profit
\nAnd not one prophet around to say NO
\nSuch irreverence and stony
\nindifference
\nWatching the little fish grow<\/p>\n
Their pedigree takes on a vastness
\nIncredibly courageous they be
\nAn epic life history soldiers of fortune
\nFighting up rivers to see
\nbut farming them really we put them in death camps
\nSparkling streams mountain air
\nNO Its lice ridden its putrid and smelly
\nOvercrowding and pesticides they all can share
\nA rotten soup of a vileness personifed
\nNo where to swim just LOCKed down
\nThey have been under Quarantine all their sad lives
\nWe took away their gold crown<\/p>\n
Their nobleness and their distinction
\nWe took away all of that
\nIn a characterless soup of nothingness
\nIt just makes me angry just sat
\nWatching them struggle in water
\nFighting through pesticides they
\nIn recycled shit by the ugly tonne
\nTheir paradise frittered away<\/p>\n
Peevish and boiling with anger
\nSnarling and snapping they try
\nTo manage our spitefulness everyday
\nAnd many cannot and they die
\nWe are the salmons anathema
\nThe thunder that frightens them so
\nWe take away all of their glory
\nUntil they have little to show
\nFed on the shit dried and awful
\nNo live food at all you can guess
\nA chemical splodge that is going to lodge
\nIn their overworked guts giving stress<\/p>\n
We are heartless and Pitiless monsters
\nImprisoning them from the start
\nMore and more density Less and less comfort
\nEach of them breaking their heart
\nTo escape froM the torrent of excrement
\nSome do and mate with the wild
\nThat really sods up the true pedigree
\nFrankenstein becomes a child<\/p>\n
God made the salmon man fucked it up
\nIts all about money and margins
\nYou see
\nFarming is Wrongness it just Shouldnt happen
\nIts immoral its awful its criminality
\nWhat SCOTLand is doing is thoughtless
\nAnd we
\nAre day by day ruining the ocean and sea
\nTheres no going back our arrogance rules
\nWe think we are clever
\nBut we are all fools<\/p>\n
We default, dereliction
\nIts what we are good at
\nA lack of alacrity
\nIs where we are at
\nIncompetent idiots
\nSwinging the lead
\nMalingering miseries
\nMurder instead<\/p>\n
Oh we can mismanage
\nIt easy to do
\nWe think we are gods
\nWorthless its true
\nMortification plenty of that
\nA lack of respect thats How we react
\nWe are unworthy beyond contempt
\nOur paltriness really the fact
\nThat we Think we know better
\nThan the gods up above
\nWho made life and balance
\nWith Spirit and love<\/p>\n
In the wild life is rapture
\nAppreciation
\nGood graces and favour
\nIt is true creation
\nIn farms its the opposite
\nWhere hostility
\nProtest and outcry
\nAnd just misery<\/p>\n
Their honourable mention
\nTheir excitement to be
\nFighting up rivers
\nThe currents we see
\nIn the farms languid vileness
\nCaustic where frail sickly dying fish
\nLose their splendid tail
\nTo tackle the vibrance
\nThe flush and the surf
\nTo leap across rapids
\nFor all of their worth<\/p>\n
We have lost all our morals
\nTemptation was ours
\njust lost to shame
\nThe cost of the game
\nWe swindle and cheat
\nWe puff and we lie
\nThey are not nutrient rich
\nWhat a bitch now you cry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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