2.04.2010

EATING ANIMALS

We eat flesh constantly, religiously/ and wickedly/ we chomp on KFC and Mickey D's delicious number 3's/ 

but you're the chicken, easily, if you can't watch a dvd of factories that murder animals compassion-free/ 

tragically we sometimes think our meat comes magically to stores and not from torture, as it does actually/ 

When we eat beef, how often do we question how each animal lived and suffered defeat?/ 

not that we ask how we farm our wheat, but there's no suffering to plants and trees / 

compared to how we artificially force pigs to breed, as the mothers lose their will to breathe/ 

their babies bleed inconspicuously/ these animals live listlessly as the 'employees' kill freely/ 

it's really quite disturbing that it's all hidden behind such a thin curtain, yet most ignore on purpose, for certain/ 

there's more in store for a person who eats this perverted version of beef then losing sleep/ 

the industry pulls the wool over our eyes like sheep, as antibiotic-resistant bacteria creep into our teeth/ 

the future's bleak if this catastrophe continues to spread internationally, and intelligent animals lose sanctuary/

intelligent cannibals, humans, give thanks and bury furry/feathered friends down the hatch, with curry in a hurry/

saying grace saves face, bless the neck down of this animal race, but the head has no place on our plate/

we have no basis to rate the steak as great, because the cow was shipped from out of state with no name plate/

so the meat we make and bake, then eat, is fake/ because no one seeks the time to take our kind consumers to the factory line /

where death is blind and torture goes undefined/ think about your order next time you dine/


2.01.2010

GRASS

When we cut the grass, we cut our ties to our natural past/

create an urban disaster path worse than the Katrina aftermath/

we cast the lower class and leave 'em broken/

but we won't cast their bones because their broke and homeless/

most folks don't condone this but the pressure's on like zone blitz and the athletes own the most shit/

a dose can cause narcoses and just a toast can turn us into ghosts/

were all floating off the coast in just a soaking boat/

its in slow motion the way we prepare to save the ocean/

as we take another sip of oil potion, from the sea thats broken/

our straw is not enough to save our soil from the water that is potent
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