What a way for my
\nlife to end
\na life I did enjoy
\na concrete cage
\ntortured day and night
\nand those, that they
\nemploy
\nthink absolutely nothing
\nabout how we might feel
\nwe were punched and kicked
\nand stabbed with chisels
\nlife for us was real
\nThey shouted that as an animal
\nwe all felt no pain
\nthats what human beings think
\nso our life was all in vain
\nwhat we were fed on really sucked
\nsoya and fish meal
\nno fresh green grass
\nno wild plants
\nnobody aware
\nthat is what
\nus ungulates
\neat as natural fayre
\nand pills they gives us bottles
\nof them
\nevery shape and size
\nred ones, yellow ones, white ones
\nhuge ones
\ncan you realize
\nthey make us sick
\nthey make us poo
\nand indigestion
\nmakes us fart
\nmethane seemingly
\nis high
\nthey did fill up a cart
\nevery other day they did
\nand now my life’s to end
\nthey slit my throat
\na searing pain
\nand my head starts to float
\nwe all get, our throats cut
\nthat’s the new idea
\nno stunning process
\nfor the jews and the muslims
\n fear
\nit more if we are stunned
\nthan not stunned so of course
\nwe’re not
\nthey have the last say on
\nour pain
\nand we don’t feel a lot!
\ndo we, we are a senseless crowd
\nwith nothing for a soul
\nour hearts are just a muscle
\nand we don’t have a clear goal
\nnow I’m on the pavement
\nwith the my blood a’gushing out
\nAt last some sunshine on my back
\nleaving me in no doubt
\nthese concrete sheds were horrible
\ndrab and dirty too
\nthough my exit from my rotten life
\nwas genuine and true
\nflies swam on my blood a stream of which
\nran by my side
\nmy last thought was my mother
\nand with that, of course, I died<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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