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?