Poetry by Jenny Moxham

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Poetry by Jenny Moxham

We're rapidly nearing that time of the year,
Renowned for it's peace and goodwill and good cheer.
But how can we say it's a season of peace,
The way we treat piglets and turkeys and geese.

We lock them in sheds where they cannot be seen,
And sever bird's beaks with a hot guillotine.
We don't care that piglets are going through hell,
As we slice off their tails and castrate them as well.

We cruelly subject them to torturous lives,
Then just before Christmas we kill them with knives.
For nothing but taste, we abuse and we kill,
And all at a time that is meant for goodwill.

If Jesus came back he'd be shocked I am sure
To witness our cruelty to creatures galore.
He'd surely be saddened and deeply dismayed
To see just how far from his teachings we'd strayed.