MEAT MEANS MURDER


The factory's still churning out, all processed, packed and neat 
An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat" 
Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal and beef 
An eye's an eye, a life's a life, the now forgotten belief 
Yet, everyday production lines are feeding out this farce 
To end up on your table, then shat out of your arse 

Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing 
Sawing out limbs just right for stewing 
Carcasses piled up in a heap 
Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep 
Well, can't you see that that juice is blood? 
From newborn throats, red rivers flood 
Blood from young hearts blood from the vein 
Your blood, their blood, serves the same 

Now you're at the table, sitting, grinning 
Sitting there eating, you never realise the filling 
It's served upon a sterile plate, you don't think of the killing 
The furthest your brain takes you, "is it for frying or grilling?" 
You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter 
But does it really matter whether it lives on land or water? 
You've never had a fur coat, you think its cruel to the mink 
Well, how about the cow, pig or sheep. Don't they make you think 
Since the day that you were you born, you've never been told the missing link?  

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