No one remembers
who was lost in the embers
The frightening cackle
no helping the yelping
Remorse from the source
How is this helping
No one remembers
who was lost in the embers
The frightening cackle
no helping the yelping
Remorse from the source
How is this helping
Eighty percent of the antibiotics
Given to animals every day
Imagine what that does
for us
when we are sick
the height of absurdity
which one dare we pick
Ancestral wolves were shot and killed
Whole packs lost for good
Now we are reintroducing them
Because we know we should
Trophy hunters will be out there
You just wait and see
The wolves the howls the miracle
Is how it ought to be
Clearly a lack of intelligence
A mental retard here
Gives the impression of happiness
Really of course utter fear
Kidnap a crime of the century
Tactlessness that we can feel
An incompetent farmer
Moronic more so
That sweet little soul will be murdered
Yes Off to the death house we go
8 million innocent angels
And all fine with consummate ease
Lives stolen hearts broken
No trouble no sweat a big tease
Stealth and concealment prevailing
I’ll treat maltreat and violate
Spitefulness wickedness We
Lunatic murderers screwballs infact
The height of absurdity
The environment of water reeds
Miniature jungles where
all manner of wild life
live and play
build their nests and share
a truly great revival
where Reed Warblers
now nest
having flown in here
from Africa
suspended on test
a truly wonderful feathered nest
lined with feathers she
the female
working overtime
a single egg
might be
possibly hatching
what we often see
is a cuckoo chick developing
a feathered adversary
Who will get rid of the mothers Chick
though blind it somehow knows
to Chuck the Warblers egg out
for otherwise it would pose
a problem for the cuckoo.
Architectural sanctuaries
On an industrial scale
creating dams extraordinary
they work at night
and sail
through it all amazingly
creating ponds now where
bird life, pond life, flying insects
with their work load
they share
voles and toads
and grass snakes
all find fortune there
a really exciting countryside
where so many become aware.
Hollywood basks
in the Saturday sun
out through the bushes
where Nature has spun
innumerable leaves
and tall arching stems
across Dolgellau
So many Welsh gems
The ancient dark stones
shine from a bygone
age
the mountain serenely
so does engage
the heart and the mind
in a myriad view
the heathers bright pigments
Their form bursting through
Over weight passengers
Too many sadly
Climbing steep gradients
Just feeling badly
That donkeys are made
To carry on high
Struggling torture
No word of a lie
compassionless fatties
they pay the same fare
the poor donkeys struggle
gasping for air
Chafing their legs
in the beating sun
fatties perspire too
and think that it’s fun
Male chicks will never be
Egg layers actually
That’s their end game
One two three
Finn the chute of adversity
Crushed by the teeth made into goo
Or stuffed in a bag
Suffocation it’s true
Selfish scum bag farmers
Sell the milk to those
Supermarkets and dairies
Who think they have a nose
For managing a mother
And her baby who
Can be shipped off to the slaughterhouse
Which is what they skyways do
Cruelty and torture
Money in the till
A mother cries deep in her gut
And her baby they will kill
Dramatic music to go with death
A cow oh yes devoid of breath
Actually youthful but folks like you
Want sausage and mash and a beef stew
So this poor mother raped and bashed
Given birth yes she’s been trashed
By all and sundry hoisted high
We want her flesh for our beef pie
We want her skin for our new shoes
We want her offal we want her dues
Look at her being cut up fast
Her footprint now is in the past
Out there in the great big world
exists the murdering breed
Mimicking kindness and thoughtfulness
where vegans can succeed
producing so called cruel free food
from the plant based sphere
we the given philosophy
far away from fear
that was associated with
the killings every day
the torture of the inevitable
all along the way
massive corporations
slaughterhouses who
worked in sheds of torture
pretending to be true
side by side with companies
Who were vegan through and through
making plant based foodstuffs
And pursuing kindness too
then the corporates murdered
in dairy and in death
making out they sell plant based
attacking the breath
of the would be wholly
vegan through and through
but not picked up in the market
and it might be you
vegans eating sausages burgers and some more
made by a huge slaughterhouse chain
that daily goes to war
with animals
vast profits and delving into care
taking the so called vegans for fools
yes folks out there
supported by the supermarket
who maintain their margins high
they are not dealing with vegans
and ignorance is high
call it by some veggie name
whilst murdering as well
vegans buying into it
leaving a bad smell
Poke and pride
That’s the way
Stand in line
Todays the day
We lift you up
We slice your throat
We smell the blood
A thing of note
For dead flesh eaters
You are the reason
Innocents die
Whatever season
Weird noises
Frightening sounds
Pigs are made worse by the farmers who farm
They do not have sweat glands and see it as harm
To dump where they eat but farmers believe
The impression is pigs suffer and to achieve
A profit based life then yes they leave
Them to dump where they eat hardly porcine
Tortured and broken misunderstood
Farming with arrogance pigs absolutely
Suffer the consequence yes resolutely
They live in a mirage
of their own making
Small seen as good
but also heart breaking
They give the impression
the big boys are bad
And they have compassion
which is so sad
They captive bolt souls
a smile on their face
But still to this day
folks they are a disgrace.
It’s all about profits
And lacking compassion
Failing in empathy
These poor souls ashen
With torment and sorry and painful expression
Beaten, fed badly tasting depression
Beagles and others we suffer we do
Sometimes beaten yes black and blue
Sworn at together we suffer we cry
Many get such and some even die 🦮🐕🐩
An eye for you
For all who choose
To buy dead flesh
That they abuse
The abattoir an evil place
The stench of blood
We all do face
The snot the slash the excrement
The unusual noises
Yes we are bent
On unusual screams
On the vilest smell
As we enter
The place called Hell
The slaughter house
Behind closed doors
Daily we are in the wars
whales have been a singing
haunting melodies
across the many oceans
For all of time
despite iceland and Japan
and the fossil oils of man
oceans being silenced
they began
to work a sentient unconcern
apparently really apathetic to it all
spiritless meanderings
Vital tribulations
so many whales
had forgotten how to call
that awful ululation
ere lamenting
woebegone and ringing far away
a blubbering bewailing
behind them closely trailing
fossil oil production and their songs
Alas were missing from the actual spray.
Giving birth
on God’s earth
and having the calf taken away
the rape the nine long months of waiting
The birth inside of course creating
the milk to feed
the farmer who
steals the calf away
tis true
a strong bond
develops, they
suffer in the extreme
they say
crying out wondering where
the calf has gone
mothers aware
snuggling up and smooching long
honestly so much is wrong
the calf is taken
so humans can
be sold the milk
to be drunk by man
a cow lives maybe 40 years
in captivity possibly 4
Milked to death and sent away
for meat and for leather so they say
The smell of blood cows are frightened by
sensing death and fear it’s high
in their psyche that avid stench
and from life that final wrench
blooding out the long long moo
hung up and murdered in full view.
seeing a friend in this parlours state
snd hearing the slaughter-man berate
a friend already too much grief
which inevitably is beyond belief.
The slaughterhouse
Holds the stench of death
it permeates the atmosphere
slippery flooring
Machine noise
the animals they feel the fear
Captive bolt guns have to be
aimed well or tragically
killing happens and agony is reached alas
regrettably
kosher and Haldi frighteningly so
they can bleed out as the fear does grow
supposed religious extermination
Sees suffering and huge consternation
mothers undergoing rape
three or four times
then giving birth
calves removed kidnap is worth
more upset for the mother cow
her suffering is really how
some get lame and face the path
of no return and daily wrath
fork lifts drag them to the truck
Dragging them injured through the muck
imagine the mother going through
the agony that does ensue
manhandled onto transport they
suffer really all the way
until their death
Clearly all are indisposed
On a bed of pain
Neglected every single hour
Angst ridden the strain
Is evident poor darlings
Maltreated as we see
Downtrodden and victimised
Tormented obviously
whereabouts are the carers
no where to be seen
Some are shaking some a quiet
Total misery
Those of us who spend our time
researching Animal Rights
right across the spectrum
the cruelty insights
that happen from the industry
for farming through to slaughter
from dairy through to the meat trade
such cruelty we know
profit, margins, religious traits
husbandry violation
farms all over are hiding in the darkness
the creation
of working with bovine mothers
with pregnancy and calves
with dairy and with wagou Beef
nothings done in halves
the mothers how they are tortured
unkindly treated they
suffer kidnap every birth
when the calves are taken away
a mother suffer
s terribly
she gives out a haunting cry
she truthfully is suffering
and now you all know why
so you can drink your single cream
your chocolate and your butter
enjoy your cheese with a glass of port
what’s this you hear me mutter
cruelty to mothers to babies every day
manhandling to the point of death
which just is not the way.
The arrogance of humanity
That allows a mother to
Watch her child being tortured
Feeling fear as parents do
Imagining that animals are thoughtless seems to me
To be totally ignorant
They feel consistently
Broken hearted blatant anger
Nurturing and care
Imprisoning a child
of theirs
from whence it came
and from where
The instancy and agony
Processing crabs for food
A delicacy extraordinary
Is fantastically crude
Cutting off its mouth parts
It’s eyes such agony
By ignorance personified
Absolute cruelty
Cruelty the concept missing
From the farmer apparently
Keeping cattle in poor conditions
A base line of depravity
It’s as if the animals have no feeling
They cannot suffer his agony
And he is charged I say thank goodness
No other soul will have to be
Harmed in such an awful way
Made to suffer for his faults
It needs a court to give him reason
For what has been his vile assaults.
It’s happening this morning
The sun shines from the sky
The miserable evil hunters
On their quad bikes do they lie
In wait for nervouse stags to feel
The evil of their ways
Chasing them around gods earth
On these summery days
Nature plays a significant part
The stags run for their life
Baying hounds doing the rounds
Creating untold strife
Murdering the weakest
Their intestines given to
The dogs this vile tradition
A nightmare coming true.
To live and walk through
this ancient place
is like going back in time
over the bridge into the square
you can imagine ancestors there
dark stone fronts
and ancient houses
close your eyes
and dream awhile
the clatter of the
carts and horses
a market town with
so much style
Cader Idris
guards the skyline
The wnion underneath it flows
for many a Mile
its as if you are going
back in time
misted knowing
Forest lanes
Eldon Square
a meeting place
To shops of interest
That just sit there
tourists drawn from every which way
the Royal Ship Hotel
a place where
one can sit on the stone cobbles
And enjoy a pint
of ale
And share
The mountains
giants they protecting
summits closer to the clouds
bear witness
houses
Hunting and hunters should be banned
Murdering scumbags
They don’t understand
Their evil personified
Throughout the land
If it moves you can shoot it
That’s what they think
Ignorant and arrogant
The missing link