A Farrowing Crate
Is no place to have babies
its cramped, its cold
and riddled with blow flies
The floor is made of concrete
The bars of rusty wire
Confinement its so terrible
I quickly of it tire

Covered in massive cobwebs
and smelling of ancient piss
Its evidently a Death Camp
It is no place where BLISS
Could ever be
No angels would ever
dare to be
No place where
Babies should be born
no place for them or me
I do feel only desperate
scorn
For the human earthling
who
for want of profit
Puts me in this crate
And I'm left to stew

12 long weeks I've been here
I have sores that did
appear
at week 6 and this treatment
does appal,I'm filled with fear
I was, impregnated
Some Boar semen, stolen
Some bloke put his hand in me
And now I'm really swollen

Standing in this filthy crate
my water has been dry
2 days now and my throat is parched
I Know, I want to die
I'm standing in my faeces
my trotters burning hot
The life of a sow in Britain
Its never great that's rot!

The stall house is very draughty
11 more crates here too
its bloody dark and dingy
And our floor is a bubbling stew
Of straw that's caked in
faeces
a cardboard ceiling falling down
spattered with blood and goo

We can't turn round,
we can't sit down
all we do is stand
And my feet are reallying killing me
We are a sorry band

Its The 7th Time I've been here
I've had to do this, so
many times, I'm worn out
with nothing here to show
Possibly pig heaven is a wondrous
place to be
when they turn me into scratchings
for the pub trade
happily
I will go to my maker
for the human earthlings are
a bunch of lucifarians
who brutalise and scar
The pain of all this torture
God awful butchery
My babies, were born in the night
And just taken from me
3 were smashed down on the floor
Their little cries so sad
The others had their tails pulled
off and their teeth chopped,
really bad
again their cries will haunt me
Theyre mine, my little dears
I've carried them, I've nurtured
them, and now those awful tears
will all remain inside my heart
for the pain they did endure
Man earthlings are the sickest crowd
Somehow I want to lure
Them all into a maelstrom
Where the devil does engage
and cut their bloody bollocks off
and leave them for an age
We animals, do not possess
this kind of feeling for
The Farmer earthling
but GM, and the food we get
makes more
of us feel bloody angry
and savage, and one day
I will run them down
and eat them up
just help those Bastards pay

for what they've done to all of us
Profit margin, they
Are evil and in fact, you know
Todays is judgement day

Born in a shit house
Died in a shit house
Despatched by a sick excuse
And now straight to the Slaughter House
and I stand there, I am loose
Can I run away, can I really
run away and be
Rooting in some forest
outside, this facility
Then this ugly balding
smelly git in blood soaked
overalls
Comes toward me with his prods
And I'm lying in the stalls
the shock it grapples with my cells
and stops my aching heart
and I lay there kicking
the bastard sticking, more volts
and I start
to be hoisted on the cranking chains
putrid up on high
I can see out of the window
at the forest and the sky
Then I'm dunked into a boiling vat
of soup containing me
And death is one of utter, awful, sickening
agony

Thats it,of course its over, my soul flies clean away
out the door and over yonder
where the wild boars play
Thats it, I'm just a memory, slaughtered in my prime
consigned to create cancers and heart disease, your time
To smother me in ketchup or apple sauce
or salt, and use your tiny canines yea it is your fault
Don't blame me for hurting you, disease is rife in me
The antibiotics and hormones are passed on to you, you see
You didn't care a monkeys you just bought me on a tray
In some supermarket, bloody miles away
Look at the fat surrounding me, look at the muscles too
jammed packed with fear and anger and I'm passing it to you
Cook it well, and chew it well, for in your colon I
will release the worms to haunt you all
until the day you die.