I cry inside my gut each night
\nThat snorting sound they make
\nBeing gassed such evil
\nThe meat trade how they take
\nAway our jungle freedoms
\nOur precious family who
\nSuffer for our innocence
\nWhich is what we do
\nThe wicked ness of man unkind
\nThe meat trade so to say
\nIniquitous desiring
\nThe colour of dismay
\nThe slaughterhouse
\nThe stench of death
\nUnworthiness and pain
\nAbomination is everywhere
\nAnd consumers now insane
\nSelf love self praise
\nAnd arrogance
\nWe see it everywhere
\nSelf interest and self seeking
\nAnd a modicum of despair.
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I cry inside my gut each night That snorting sound they make Being gassed such evil The meat trade how they take Away our jungle freedoms Our precious family who Suffer for our innocence Which is what we do The … Continue reading