Live exports show us
\nhow compassion doesn’t find its way
\ninto Government circles
\nor the Farmers Psyche, they
\nthink about closing the deal
\nand the money in the bank
\nas for the fate of animals
\ntheir faces just go blank<\/p>\n
Its nearly 7000 nautical miles
\nso a way to go
\nacross the Indian Ocean
\nthe Arabian Sea
\nwe know
\nit really is a journey
\na struggle for the soul
\nand being loaded in a hold
\nit is hard to control<\/p>\n
the emotions and the spirit
\nthe experience appears
\nso different from what you are used to
\nwith all our latent fears
\nwith all our wearisome worrying
\ntossed into what is Hell
\na dark and smelly concrete
\nfloor where nobody feels well<\/p>\n
We have to stand together
\nwhether we like it, or not
\nwe feel the beating of each others hearts
\nit is a lot
\nto take in, as to what is happening
\nfor each of us believes
\nwe’re going to meet our maker
\nand all that, that achieves<\/p>\n
Across the Indian Ocean
\ninto the Arabian Sea
\nwhere storms can catch up on you
\nwhere its not nice to be
\nhuddled in a corner
\nswamped and feeling woe
\nforlorn the aggravation
\nof being down below<\/p>\n
clearly the wind is getting up
\nwe can hear its awesome roar
\nwe can feel the waves encircling us
\nyou just cannot ignore
\nthis fear that wells inside of us
\nwe have that sense of awe
\nwe feel and realise the consequences
\nmore and more<\/p>\n
standing up gets difficult
\nas the movement tends to be
\nviolent we are thrown about
\nand bruised continually
\nfor us it is not rational
\nour reasoning won’t go
\nas far into the psyche
\nour capacity to flow<\/p>\n
we are imageless compared to you
\nbut still fear wells up inside
\nwe know when something carries risk
\nand take it in our stride
\nbut holed up in a darkly place
\nwith the world outside our sphere
\nand to hear the crashing of the waves
\nthat apparently feels near<\/p>\n
is altogether different
\nwe are spooked beyond belief
\nwe shake, our nerves are jangled
\nreally there’s no relief<\/p>\n
its just a consistant gnawing
\non our spirits to resolve
\nand being tossed and worried
\nour world seems to revolve<\/p>\n
the severity of passage
\nfor us it feels severe
\nwe are standing, in water
\noverwhelmed its clear<\/p>\n
its dark
\nour bowels are looser
\nthe turbulence is high
\nthere is a genuine feeling
\nthat we are going to die<\/p>\n
in a whirlpool of emotions
\nin a force beyond what we
\nwe are thrown about
\nbut despite our strength
\nfor us it cannot be<\/p>\n
drifting from this actual place
\nthought patterns close our mind
\nin a semi dream state
\nsomehow we all find<\/p>\n
some comfort in the closeness
\nof our bodies and the beat
\nof what is our experience
\nbut what is a growing heat<\/p>\n
surfaces within us
\nits that chasm of the unknown
\na vast force now around us
\nthat seemingly has grown<\/p>\n
the storm is clearly raging
\nand we honestly can feel
\nits anger and its vehemence
\nit is so very real<\/p>\n
a sickness overcomes us
\nour stomachs seemingly
\nfeel heavy we are hungry
\nand we are so thirsty<\/p>\n
the motion though is constant
\nfor me I feel so ill
\nI wish deep down inside
\nthat this world could just be still<\/p>\n
our eyes are rolling this way
\nand that way all the time
\nour hearts are beating faster
\nthe unknown there’s no rhyme<\/p>\n
or reason for this
\nwhy have we been put through
\nso much pain
\nit just seems so unreasonable
\nand what is there to gain<\/p>\n
our prospects are in question
\nwe have been assigned to stay
\nin the confines of this smelly hold
\nand truthfully we pay<\/p>\n
a hefty price for ignorance
\nin the moment we are here
\nwe occupy this hell hole
\nand we do so out of fear<\/p>\n
the man tribe have deserted us
\nwhich is some ways suits us well
\ntheir frustrations and their anger
\nfor us can be real hell<\/p>\n
they prod us and they kick us
\nand they shout at us, so we
\nare pleased in some ways to be here
\nalone and relatively<\/p>\n
free of their disturbance
\nand there seems to be a calm
\nmost of us are bruised and pained
\nsome have come to harm<\/p>\n
some are laying motionless
\nsome are bleeding too
\nwhatever we experienced
\nwhatever we sailed through<\/p>\n
took its toll on all of us
\nit took us over and
\nwe knew the force was greater
\nthan we could understand<\/p>\n
and so in calmer waters
\nour fate is once again
\non our minds it underlines
\nand creates that inner pain<\/p>\n
still standing in water
\nfeeling cold and sick
\ntasting saltiness in the air
\nevery time we lick<\/p>\n
ourselves and a gnawing feeling
\nbrought about by fear
\nby all that stuff around us
\nwhich has never been that clear<\/p>\n
suddenly collectively we hear it
\nclanging grating violent rolling doors
\nthe man tribe are upon us. there s daylight
\na freshness but still water on the floors<\/p>\n
those shouts, they always shout
\nthey are aggressive
\ntheir tone is loud its frightening to hear
\nare they going to beat us
\nwe are hoping,
\nnot it seems
\nto us though its not clear<\/p>\n
we’ve docked somewhere
\nthe heat is feeling constant
\nwe’re guided off and back again on land
\nthe sun is hot and there’s a lot
\nof people dressed in white
\nthe reason why
\nwe do not understand<\/p>\n
we’re led into another dark enclosure
\nsome of us were left behind for they
\nwere overcome by the motion
\nand commotion
\nand never lived to see
\nthis bright new day<\/p>\n
for me that journey was
\nso really harrowing
\nI’m bruised my heart is sad
\nI wept a lot
\nhaving left the farm
\nwhich I grew up in
\nseemingly my whole life’s
\ngone to pot<\/p>\n
the realisation dawns on us
\nour true end’s probably near
\nour farmers sold us overseas
\nthat is why we are here<\/p>\n
it has been really awful
\nand we wonder really why
\nanyone would do this to us
\nour stress was just too high<\/p>\n
but clearly we are off to
\nthe slaughterhouse and we
\nwill be dispatched to the rainbow bridge
\nand hopefully will be<\/p>\n
there without the agony
\nwithout more evil pain
\nif we could only close our eyes
\nand not open them again<\/p>\n
for the sights and smells
\nof this man place is awful
\nspreading fear
\nso many flies around us
\ntheir buzzing can you hear?<\/p>\n
its so loud they are massive
\ngreat blue bodies they
\nare clearly bound to taste
\nour sweat and blood
\nsome time today<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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