Peter Howitt
We gave bloody battle
Then violent death
To the meat
Filthy dogs
Dared bite the hand
That feeds
Vile vermin
That keeps forgetting
To be forgotten
Insisting on their history
Their suffering
Deserving annihilation
We forced them off
So this land could flower
Under our fair hand
We have watered
The desert
With their tears
The strong city
A charnel-scented
Slaughterhouse
And so it goes...
Hear, O God,
The song of
Mensch and meat.
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