Another poem; please note change of URL/E-mail:
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s.kimberley@bathspa.ac.uk
The Butcher's Song.
Sing a song of salmonella, a packet full of germs;
liver flukes, E.coli, tape worms;
hygiene regulations that no-one understands
and a dirty little butcher who doesn't wash his hands.
He doesn't give a damn if it isn't fit to eat:
bacon, steak or lamb chop, it's just a lump of meat.
Four and twenty toxins baked in a pie;
feed it to your family and sit and watch them die.
Call it pork or beef or mutton: it's no more than name -
the truth of it's brutality and slaughter just the same -
just to make a profit on a product in a shop;
dirty little butcher going chop, chop, chop....
There's an influential industry with businessmen in suits;
there's a struggling local farmer with pigshit on his boots;
there's a cow with BSE, thrashing in the mud;
there's a worker in a slaughterhouse, splashing in the blood;
there's battery hens in cages, treated like machines -
you know it isn't natural, you know it isn't clean -
pigs are bred in units, veal calves in crates -
it's filthy factory farming putting poison on your plates!
There's animal experiments, unnecessary, cruel,
breaking every precept taught in vetinerary school
and now, they're growing headless tadpoles, human ears on mice
and there's plenty more where that came from, it isn't very nice...
There's cats with electrodes embedded in their brains,
mokeys kept in cages until they go insane,
puppies getting cancer from smoking cigarettes,
chemical cleaner fed to household pets....
Genetic engineering is Frankenstien's creation,
producing gruesome mutants with every generation.
They duplicate, they replicate the skin, the blood, the bone
and they make another clone, another clone, another clone...
Cat; dog; monkey; pig; sheep; cow;
abused and slaughtered - it's happening NOW!
Living with this cruelty is bound to take its toll -
It'll poison your body and brutalise your soul...
So, when you're in the supermarket, shopping for your tea,
go and find the manager and tell him this, from me:
"Spare a thought for the animal that cannot help itself!
We don't want this bloody rubbish, man - take it off the shelf!"
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