The rusty gates rock violently
\nUnloaded pigs can smell
\nThe death the pain the torture
\nAs they enter a Hell
\nNot there of their making
\nThe squeals they understand
\nThe stench is really everywhere
\nIn them nothing was planned
\nThey possess their sensibility
\nIts a sore point in their soul
\nMoved along and prodded
\nEach has its last role
\nThrough one gate to another
\nAll the alien sounds
\nOut onto the waiting room
\nIts sort of out of bounds<\/p>\n
Some begin to shiver
\nImpressionable they are
\nThey kind of know whats happening
\nThey wish that they were far
\nAway back in respective sty\u2019s
\nFor its harrowing right here
\nListening to the death cries
\nAnd the ensuing fear
\nThe anguish and the torment
\nIts a disconcerting time
\nThere is no way out
\nThe screaming
\nIf only they could climb
\nBack out of this area
\nMens voices they can hear
\nRattling chains and rusty doors
\nRatcheting up the fear<\/p>\n
Defeated and despondent
\nLed onto the floor
\nThere the gangs of overalls
\nThey know now its a war
\nIts desperate and unpropitious
\nTrembling they be
\nLifted thrown and throats slashed
\nAnd They bleed out painfully
\nWhy do humans want to eat us?
\nWhen Our lives mean
\n a lot
\nWhy must we be raised
\nto just be killed for some stew pot
\nOur bodies filling human stomachs
\nDear God, who is to blame
\nAll this pain and agony
\nAnd it really is a shame<\/p>\n
How supermarkets sometimes
\nDo not even care
\nWe are knocked about and castrated
\nNobody is aware
\nOf the cruelty we go through
\nOf the bruises every day
\nSubjected to such evil
\nAnd really just no way
\nThey advertise the cleanliness
\nThe kindness everywhere
\nMaking out the life of riley
\nIs what we all share
\nBut its like a concentration camp
\nWith ugly guards and they
\nAbuse us and they torture
\nUs every single day.<\/p>\n
We only live a short time
\nAnd some of us we do
\nHave cancers and are ailing
\nHonestly its true
\nAnd you lot just don\u2019t realise
\nWhat you eat, its sad
\nThey cut out the growths they find in us
\nAnd really that is bad<\/p>\n
Those growths are really smelly
\nThey are black and god knows why
\nSome of us get diseases
\nAnd probably do die
\nSooner than we ought to
\nGodly souls we be
\nIn these concentration CAFO\u2019s
\nNobody can see<\/p>\n
The evil and the ugliness
\nThe depth of dump and woe
\nHow they shout and beat us
\nAnd really how we grow
\nFatter from the chemicals
\nThe rats the maggots so
\nEating when there is nothing else
\nEach others prolapse as well
\nExisting and resisting
\nThe place that YOU call HELL<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The rusty gates rock violently Unloaded pigs can smell The death the pain the torture As they enter a Hell Not there of their making The squeals they understand The stench is really everywhere In them nothing was planned They … Continue reading