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"Stock" Tip of the Millenia
The American Bloodsport
Animal Rights
Antilullaby
The Apple Tree and the Oak Tree
Battery Hens
Bereaved Knife
Cattle Country
Companion Animal
Dancing Bears of India
Death By Night
Dogs Go To Heaven
The Earth So Slender
Farmer Boy
February
Fight We Shall
For The Animals
For the animals.....
Foundations
The Fox
Fox Sick
Gold Fish at a Frat Party
The Greatest Gift
Harp Seal Eyes
Here
How Can We Do It?
How in 2050
The Hunter's Trophy Bawl
I Saw a Possum Die Last Night
Jamaican Cows
Let's Not Forget
Listen to Chief Seattle
Little Red Riding Hood
Look Around
Mad Human Disease
Me Means Alone
A Memoir of My Mother
My God Says
My Story
The New Martyrs
Of Mice and Old Men
Osteoporosis
Paint Her Divine
Pig Crates
A Place for the Animals
Puppy
Puppy Love
Quiet as a Mouse
The Racist
Recipe For Servitude In The Circus
Sabine
Sabine: Five Years Later
The Silent Ark
Superiority
Thanksgiving Wish
They Must Pay
The Tiger
Tom Turkey
Two Unruly Children
The Veal Calf
Veal, Your Meal
The Voiceless
Welcome to Our World...
Where Have They Gone?
Where Is It?
Where's Her Baby?
Why?
You Just Don't Care

Pig Crates

What happened to the sight of a farm with pastures green.
And as you near the farmhouse the animals can be seen.
Now they're all locked up in pens, in dark and dingy sheds.
No nice green grass to graze on, no sunlight on their heads.

The sows await their pregnancy in a small dark concrete cell.
No room to move or turn around they're living in a hell.
Their bones get weak they have no strength their muscles fade away.
Their legs are lame they cannot stand so there they have to lay.

These fun loving intelligent animals should never be treat this way.
They should be free to roam and root, what a price they have to pay.
To make more money for the people who do these cruel things.
Because that's what it's all about and what that money brings.

At three weeks old the piglets are taken from their Mum.
When all they really want to do is jump and play and run.
They're put in concrete pens with no hay on which to lay.
They roll around in dung and muck with no room to even play.

They're force fed with food, their tummies cannot digest.
Then given medication which they take to pass the test.
They live their lives in concrete pens until it's time to die.
These poor tormented creatures are glad to say goodbye.

Maureen Flynn-Smith (ching.cass@bigpond.com)