Can they reason?
\nin whatever season
\ncan they talk
\nwhy would they
\nwith us
\nin the gutters
\nwhere we walk
\nthey feel much pain
\nand agony
\nthey suffer and they cry
\nbut the torturers
\njust hurt them more
\nand scream at them
\nto try
\nthey have to move much
\nfaster
\ninto the place of death
\nhave their throats slashed
\nsmilingly
\nand sacrifice their breath
\nthen let the rich consumers cook
\nthem in a metal pan
\nmarinade them first of course
\nand expect them to stay
\na fan
\nlove the murdering bastards
\nwho eat them day and night
\nand who often make a sauce
\nout of their milk
\na brownish white
\nmixed up with some cooked blood
\nwith great dollops of fear
\ncancer cells and urine
\nincreasing year on year
\na nice, lump of horse flesh
\nfrom some old market nag
\nthat should have gone to
\nmaking glue
\nbut someone needs a jag
\nso its label it as something
\nand the only way they will know
\nis if they analyse it
\ncos it, won’t be on show
\ndancing around the slaughter houses
\ngalloping in the street
\ngod knows what your eating it might be donkey meat
\nhorse or nag a goat or two
\na pound of maggots
\nminced for you
\nwho cares as long as it is cheap
\nwhen all that someone sows, you reap<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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