Flesh pink flesh
\na women’s flesh paraded
\non the beach
\nwe perceive some beauty
\nit may be out of reach<\/p>\n
for some but it is treated
\nwith a certain thought and fear
\nmove on into the ocean
\nwhere the jelly fish appear
\nthey resonate they illustrate
\nanother form of soul
\nthat infiltrates our minds
\nbut takes another role<\/p>\n
move on into the factory farm
\nthe greatest murdering place
\nwhat happens to our animals
\nis truly a disgrace
\nwe have left them in these dark holes
\nfor others to destroy
\nand they have sunk to depths
\niniquitous behaviour
\nthey employ<\/p>\n
wickedness prevails
\nthis is man made of flesh
\nwhose ugliness now trails
\nbefore him and behind him
\nin a vast sick vacuum he
\nplays out his vile objections
\nhe’s so discriminatory<\/p>\n
vindictive and so violent
\nto the animal earthlings who
\ncame here to be gentle, to be caring
\nall life through
\nthey came here with a lesson
\nto honour and to show
\nbut all we do is torture them
\nslaughter them in ways
\nfew even know<\/p>\n
the wrongfulness is terrible
\none sidedness its plain
\nit almost reaches spitefulness
\nfor no particular gain
\nlambs their bleating misery
\nevident, we hear
\ntheir cries are really from their hearts
\nwe should love and endear<\/p>\n
but all we do is torture
\nslit their throats and stand
\nwatching each do its dance of death
\nblood spurting and by our hand
\nfor turning away from what is
\negregious terror
\ndolled out on these sweet souls
\nby pumped up arrogant hoodlums
\nclearly really poles<\/p>\n
away from animal earthlings
\nwhose temperaments are calm
\nthe guttersnipe reality
\nof every factory farm
\nemploying groups of nutter’s
\nthe walking dead who will
\nviolate the living
\nas their precious blood
\nthey spill<\/p>\n
cows and calves and sheep and lambs
\nand pigs the violence grows
\nchickens geese and ducks
\nand how the blood now flows
\nthen men so called are covered
\nand they slit throats all day long
\nhang the victims by one leg
\nwhich of course is also wrong<\/p>\n
the weight of one cow
\nwho has served the dairy
\nfor its short life
\nis tortured often left to cry
\nto bellow and to die
\nhardness of heart that’s all the
\nmen working in this place
\nunmoved by such destruction
\nof another precious race<\/p>\n
merciless intolerant they
\nscream expletives at
\nfrightened calves prodded
\nto their deaths
\nand those that sat
\ndown
\nbecause of lameness
\nwere kicked and punched
\nand smashed
\nhammered till they bellowed
\ntreated worse than trash<\/p>\n
and these are soulful thinking
\ncreatures who grieve, who cry
\nwho think who die
\nwho bore no threat
\nto us at all
\nman un kind though he
\nsaw them as an anathema
\nhis inhumanity
\nso evident
\nso graphic so awful
\nto be sure
\nall of them were victims
\nin a kind of war<\/p>\n
his wrathfulness, his anger
\nindignant to his core
\nincensed with ugly growling
\nembittered and whats more
\nallowing his own body
\nto malign angels he sees
\nhe an abomination
\nhe’s like a disease<\/p>\n
chained up, fear apparent
\nvictims watch the deaths
\nof friends who came to join them
\nknowing that their breaths
\nwould soon be as their comrades
\nlost in the blood and gore
\nall the flesh would be torn up
\nthey see it on the floor<\/p>\n
and blood and snot and body juices
\nleak and we can see
\nthe desperation from them
\nthe complete despondency
\nwe feel it those who stare
\ninto the chasm of the dead
\nhumiliated beyond belief
\nkicking hanging there
\nscreeching,screaming coughing
\nbleeding its so vile
\ncrushed to death those little chicks
\nmillions of them pile<\/p>\n
up the squeaky conveyor
\nlittle happy souls they ride along
\nthen down into
\nthe great steel teeth
\nwhere nothing does belong
\nwhere they are crushed to slurry
\neach little heart and soul
\neach little eye ball little lung
\nthis is mass control<\/p>\n
the egg board and the dairy
\nthe CAFO and the shop
\nthe supermarket all of them
\nhave a hand and help to chop
\nevery living creature
\nevery doleful face
\nevery rabbit every pigeon
\nthe treatment it is base<\/p>\n
its full of consternation
\nand hopelessness and they
\ngo to their deaths crying
\nsuch terror they display
\nDolphins cut a’sunder
\nwrithing on the slab
\nthe agony is terrible
\nfish too even crab
\nevery living creature
\nthat man demands their life
\nis terrorised and slaughtered
\ncut up alive, one knife
\nthe same knife they have cut
\nall day
\nits terror and its hell
\nand death there with his sickle
\ncreates that dreadful smell<\/p>\n
and of course, flies and maggots
\nbreed in satanic mills
\nvermin come to offer
\nthe added gnawing chills
\nhave we evolved lets ask ourselves
\nwe know how to kill
\ncreate
\nwell that’s another story
\nmay be if you wait<\/p>\n
another 1000 years perhaps
\nman will find a way
\nbut till now
\nits murder everything
\nmake the mild souls pay
\nour treacherous behaviour
\nour vulgarity on show
\nunshapely and disfigured
\nas our disgruntlement does grow<\/p>\n
our longing for nostalgia
\nour lamenting at a high
\ndeploring all those awful deaths
\nand that extended lie
\nwe told ourselves and told the world
\nwe didn’t heed the call
\nand karma is now raised in all of us
\nand soon will fall<\/p>\n
like the executioners trusted sword
\ndown on us all<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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