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
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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?