Imagine a piglet
\nBorn of its mother
\nIn a farrowing crate
\nClose to its brother
\nStuck in the bars
\nFrighteningly
\nMy head squashed and hurting
\nWhy must it be
\nDo you want my mothers dead flesh
\nIs that true
\nShe is so wonderful
\nIt\u2019s hullabaloo
\nWe spin in our minds
\nWe tearfully feel
\nBroken and bruised
\nAnd my dear Mothers real<\/p>\n
Exhausted and broken
\nSuffering pain
\nWe love her to bits<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Imagine a piglet Born of its mother In a farrowing crate Close to its brother Stuck in the bars Frighteningly My head squashed and hurting Why must it be Do you want my mothers dead flesh Is that true She … Continue reading