Meat Still Means Murder!

The factory is 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 eyes an eye, a life's a life, the now forgotten belief
 And everyday production lines are feeding out this farce
 To end up on a table then shot out of an arse.
 Yet still they're queuing and still they're viewing
 Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
 Carcasses piled up in a heap
 Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep
 Well can't you see that juice is blood
 From new born throats red rivers flood
 Blood from young hearts, blood from the veins
 Your blood there 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 killing
 The furthest your brain takes you, is it for frying or for 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 is cruel to the mink
 Well how about the cow, pig or sheep don't they make you think?
 Since the day that you were born you've never been told the missing link
 Yet still they're queuing and still they're viewing
 Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
 Carcass piled up in a heap
 Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep
 Well cant you see the juice is blood
 From new throats red rivers flood
 Your Blood, Their Bloody, serves the same.