We are independent
\nWe think, We feel, We love
\nWe know
\nWe are not commodities
\nNot even your oddities
\nWe have been created
\nAnd like you we shall grow<\/p>\n
More sympathetic too
\nall life around us
\nWe love the green grass
\nand the morning dew
\nWe love the fresh air
\nand the soft warm breeze
\nWe hate the concrete
\nWhere we’re put into<\/p>\n
Bars, and crates and
\nbatteries are alien
\nWe’re not criminals
\nWe’ve done no wrong
\nThe only error
\nthat brought terror, to us
\nWas being born and growing
\nto be strong<\/p>\n
As earthlings quite
\ndomesticated by you
\nThe aeons have
\nnot yet erased away
\nOur instinct,all the in born
\nknowledge
\nPassed through the generations
\ntill today<\/p>\n
And thus we now do realize our
\njourney
\nFrom the concrete sheds
\nto the death truck and our death
\nWe’re all in limbo on Death Row
\nBut its you that commits the murder
\nWe are\u00a0 innocent but of course you know<\/p>\n
Loaded onto Death trucks
\nand we soon rumble away
\nThrown together in crated sections
\nSo much disarray
\n“Help I’m being crushed”
\nI’m being suffocated here”
\nAre the only words that most
\nexclaim
\nWhich is a form of fear<\/p>\n
And so we tumble down the lane
\nAnd up onto the road
\nEveryone is terribly fearful
\nwhich can’t bode
\nWell for the arrival
\nThat great Death House
\nwe see
\nLooming from the mist
\nIts grisly facade there it be<\/p>\n
Thats when I want to run away
\nPeel off and get free
\nLeg it down the motor way
\nSee if I can be
\nGetting to that wooden land
\nBut the automatons are here
\nWith their electric prods
\nand their hammers
\nand they kick us
\ndear Oh! dear<\/p>\n
Through some rusty creaking gates
\nInto a shitty yard
\nClearly there is blood and gore
\nWe now must be on guard
\nIf I can run and leap that fence
\nIt isn’t all that high
\nAnd make it to those wooded trees
\nI wouldn’thave to die<\/p>\n
But the men come around and prod me
\nThe electric sears my skin
\nThe pain shoots down all my 4 legs
\nAnd suddenly a din
\nIs heard as big doors open
\nAnd we’re led right into
\nThe Death House
\nall those horrid smells
\nThey get inside of you<\/p>\n
In front up on long gantries
\nAre cows throats slit they bleed
\nrivers gushing from their throats
\ntheir dance of death indeed
\nRotating squealing rasping
\nbreathlessly the sound
\nWe know we’re next
\nOur muscles flexed
\nWe’re hoisted off the ground<\/p>\n
A few seconds to contemplate
\nthe life where I had been
\nTorture and sedition from
\nmen who were so mean
\nWith food, with water and with care
\nbrutes 2 legged fiends
\nA flash of steel it was for real
\nMore great blood thrashing scenes<\/p>\n
This time twas me in agony
\neyes rolling brain on fire
\nThe last thoughts of an innocent
\nDangling on a wire
\nFeeling the great thrust
\nthe cavernous wound made in my throat
\nand the river of hot blood
\nThat soaked my executioner
\nIn what was my final flood<\/p>\n
Why put us into Man Hell
\nWhere they treated us so vile
\nFed us cheap and nasty food
\nTo try to reconcile
\nThe cruelty that filled our life
\nWe independent souls
\nLocked up in those prisons
\nUnder immense controls<\/p>\n
Kicked stamped on and brutalized
\nAnd most of us deemed lost
\nMan Hell is an evil place
\nWhen no one should be tossed
\nNever in a million years
\nShould these tribal creatures see
\nAnother sentient animal
\nLike the likes of you and me<\/p>\n
Just imagine the journey born through to death in 2 days\/2 months 1 year thats not much really when one considers our life span was nearer 25 years Continue reading
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