The images before me
\nare haunting to the extreme
\nthe cries just enter every cell
\nits horrific and would seem
\nto be a work of fiction
\nbut tragically its true
\nmother pigs are slaughtered
\nand they do it in full view<\/p>\n
of other pigs a hanging dead
\nand being stripped of skin
\nimagine how that feels
\nto any soul its utter sin
\nunfeeling its objectionable
\nthese are sentient souls
\nwho feel, who think who care
\nwho love
\nand are killed by violent trolls<\/p>\n
whose training clearly doesn’t
\nequip them with a heart and soul
\nthose cries must get to operatives
\nwho, have taken on the role
\nto be the pig assassins
\nand to show some respect for
\na creature with intelligence
\na soul whose very sure<\/p>\n
of exactly what is happening
\nshe can see and she can feel
\nshe has given birth to babies
\nthese factors they conceal
\nthe agony of realisation
\nthat she will also be
\nhanging from that grisly hook
\nin perpetuity<\/p>\n
to feel those bars about her and that
\nelectric prod
\nthe operative is jabbing her
\nimagining he’s god
\nfor he puts an end to her creation
\nin the vilest way
\nand all her remonstrations
\nare lost on him today<\/p>\n
she rocks she nods she cries aloud
\nshe shakes she’s shocked to be
\njust another murdered soul
\npart of this infamy
\nclad in rubber aprons
\nthese warriors of Hell
\nacting like machines themselves
\nsomething they do well<\/p>\n
hawking squawking animated
\nshouts from them, I hear
\nalongside that sows haunting cries
\nthat terror and that fear
\nher eyes a rolling
\nevery which way
\nclearly she’s aware
\nthe memories of her
\nlife on earth
\nare clearly stated there<\/p>\n
the few good times
\nare memories she takes with
\nher to where
\never she is going
\naway from this despair
\nthis is a sausage factory
\na place where foods are made
\nand she will be in someone’s gut
\nbefore the light does fade<\/p>\n
torn into, a fatty mush
\nand forced into a skin
\nof salted pig intestine
\nthat seems so very thin
\nknown here as a casing
\nhow a sausage here is made
\njam packed with excipients
\na victim of the blade<\/p>\n
hearing her and seeing her
\na sow whose life has been
\nin those vile gestation crates
\nproviding the obscene
\npurgatory and torture
\nand evil that man can
\nand now the end is near
\nthe life she knew
\ngoes down the pan<\/p>\n
Man un Kind
\nand most unnatural
\nand so uncaring
\nyou will be
\nalso jabbed and prodded
\nin your own
\npurgatory
\nits coming
\nwe will hear you
\nas you too
\nthrash on the floor
\nwatching other sinners
\nwretch and choke
\non blood and gore<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The images before me are haunting to the extreme the cries just enter every cell its horrific and would seem to be a work of fiction but tragically its true mother pigs are slaughtered and they do it in full … Continue reading