No-one Ever Said - by Emma Murphy

Why did no one tell me
When I was two, or four or eight,
Of the misery that was regularly 
Served up on my plate?

Why did no one mention
When I was seven, six, or five,
That the sausage, beef and bacon,
Once used to be alive?

How come no one spoke about
The blood, the fear, the pain,
The abuse of precious animals
For profit and for gain?

Questions were avoided,
Discussions were taboo,
Replies were vague and rushed except
"Eat up it's good for you."

When I learnt how much they suffered
It truly broke my heart.
Mutilations, rape and death,
And families torn apart.

I vowed that day I'd never
Eat another soul again,
I wish that what I know right now
Had been told to me back then.

For however much I tell myself
I really didn't know,
I have this guilt and sadness
That I know will never go.

Meat and eggs and dairy 
Are cruelty on a plate,
The abuse of countless millions
Who don't deserve their fate.

If I could turn the clock back
Then I never would have eaten
The innocent, the tortured souls,
The terrorized, the beaten.

By Bernie Jones

The Slaughterman's Birthday

I saw the balloons on the slaughterhouse door 
Red like the colour of the slaughterhouse floor 
Someone's having a birthday and theyíll eat some cake 
What birthday wish will the animals make

Let's have a party 
As we take some lives 
Let's celebrate 
Whilst we use our knives 
Let's have some fun 
As the young calf screams 
We'll drown the noise out 
...with laughter.

Happy birthday to you 
BANG GOES THE GUN 
Happy birthday to you 
LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, FUN, FUN! 
Happy birthday dear slaughterman! 
The cow drops with a thud 
Happy birthday to you 
Now she's covered in blood

So, let's have a party 
As we take some lives 
Let's celebrate 
Whilst we use our knives 
Let's have some fun 
As the young calf screams 
We'll drown the noise out 
...with laughter.

The absurdity of what I saw made me cry 
To think that 'they' are laughing as the animals die 
Cut down in their prime for us to eat 
No birthdays for them, just a journey to 'meat'.

But, let's have a party 
As we take some lives 
Let's celebrate 
Whilst we use our knives 
Let's have some fun 
As the young calf screams 
We'll drown the noise out 
...with laughter.

Inside those walls today they're having some fun 
Celebrating someone's life as their bloody work is done 
Many years he's worked taking life after life 
...now let's celebrate his?

Yeah, let's have a party 
As we take some lives 
Let's celebrate 
Whilst we use our knives 
Let's have some fun 
As the young calf screams 
We'll drown the noise out 
...with laughter.

By Debbie Cork

You must have a baby, 
So I can steal your milk.
Now stop all this crying,
There is no need to sulk.

Please stop all this fussing,
And keep your body still.
We all must sometimes
swallow,
A rather jagged pill.

In nine months, just like humans, 
A baby you will birth. 
I don't want any sobbing,
As I remove him from this earth.

I don't want you calling
Day after night after day.
Your bellows will be futile,
Your calf has gone away.

He is cold and lonely somewhere.
Crying baby tears. 
But that is not your problem 
This will go on for years.

You will stand in fetid stables, 
Your udders at your feet.
You will endure hours of torture, 
Every time we meet.

With metal at your belly, 
Your milk will be sucked away. 
Fluid meant for a child 
You lost that very day.

Your days will fill with sorrow, Misery and pain.
Each day will become much harder,
And you will go insane.

And one day when you're scarcely 
A teen in human years, 
Your legs will collapse beneath you,
And your eyes will fill with tears.

You will be dragged off as useless. 
A casualty of the trade.
Not even a single thank you,
For the years of milk you gave.

And as you hang suspended, Struggling at every breath. 
You will finally receive some comfort,
In The sweet release of death.