Who ever thought up the trade
\nIn the living
\nShipping live cargo
\nIn holds far away
\nImagine the shock and the fear
\nAnd the awe
\nIt pLays with their psyche
\nAnd weakens their core<\/p>\n
With the roll of the sea
\nStanding upright together
\nHow stressful this is
\nOn weak and tired legs
\nBeing shunted all over
\nIt really is shocking
\nWhoever came up with this idea
\nIt begs<\/p>\n
Comparison really
\nConfronting the fear base
\nAnimals use to a less anxious time
\nIn a stable or out in the pasture
\nA grazing
\nBut now being tossed about
\nAnd really no rhyme
\nOr reason to be there
\nSick in ones stomach
\nExhausted the motion
\nThe notion unknown
\nLive exports are fearsome
\nGruesome and awful
\nWe shudder we shiver
\nwhen a storm is full blown<\/p>\n
Rocked this way and that way
\nThe weak falling sideways
\nUncared for untended
\nUnwanted alone
\nThe sounds of the wind and the waves
\nCrashing over
\nThose that have fallen
\nAll seemingly groan<\/p>\n
The evidence everywhere
\nsome mangled bodies
\nShivering shuddering
\nAngry and sad
\nA stench hangs around all
\nThe semblance of sadness
\nHungry and thirsty
\nAnd no one to call<\/p>\n
Its not a vacation
\nIts death at the end of it
\nNot being fed
\nSends a message thats clear
\nThis torturous ride
\nOn a shipment to Hell
\nWhere doubt and uncertainty
\nDo become fear<\/p>\n
The shippers are scumbags
\nThe farmers were thoughtless
\nThey just sent us off
\nNot a care in their world
\nSlung into a shit hole
\nWhose taking the piss
\nIts so irrational
\nWhere we are hurled<\/p>\n
And true to form
\nThe shit hole is docking
\nThe crash of the bow on the dock
\nWe are thrown
\nThe stench of the voyage
\nAnd the bruises we suffer
\nThe light is upon us
\nFor we have all grown<\/p>\n
Blind to the darkness
\nAnd now its all open
\nCrowds at the dockside
\nCars everywhere
\nArabs all shouting
\nUs sheep being bartered
\nLoaded in boots
\nFor that dose of despair<\/p>\n
Some of us throats cut
\nOut in the street
\nWheres the respect
\nHearing each bleat
\nThe height of absurdity
\nFrenzied and frantic
\nGrotesque and farcical
\nThats where we be<\/p>\n
A long way from green fields
\nAnd, waving gentleness
\nWhite fences blue skies
\nAnd a passing Dawn
\nWe have reached Hell
\nAnother great shit hole
\nResigned to the imminent
\nSlash of the great blade
\nAnd that pain we know well<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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