Contravene In The Name Of Convenience
Over the hill there's a factory, with walls a mile high
and behind those walls lies a killing floor where
thousands of animals die. So welcome to the factory
farm where murder means production. Its the product of
supply and demand supported by your consumption. And so
you swallow the lies and end their lives but could you
face this horror? Could you stand and watch as the
blade slides across their throat-their body is hung
upside down and they bleed to death before you? Could
you stand and watch as the bolt drives through their
skull? Watch them as they flail about and not have it
affect you? Could you stand and watch as they beat an
animal to death? A full sized axe smashed against its
skull until theres nothing left. How the f..ck can you
stand and watch as a life becomes a product, or as a
child is ripped from its mother to become the next to
receive this? These are lives, not products. These are
cows, not beef. These are pigs, not pork. These are
chickens, not poultry. These are calves, not veal.
These are lives, not products. These are animals, just
as we, and they deserve to be free. Not the voiceless
victims of a murderous process where we claim
superiority. Its up to every one of us to stop this
murder and it starts on an individual level. Lets make
the choice to raise our voice and not let up until they
tear every last factory down! From the moment of birth
their hardships begin. Theyll be wanted for their flesh
, their eggs, their milk, their fur, their skin. Theyll
be chained into veal crates, or cages stacked up high,
and depending on their gender some are simply left to
die. Fed a steady diet or rendered waste from their own
kind. Theyll be injected with hormones and drugs to
keep them all alive. Confined and forced to inhale the
stench of growing piles of waste. Some will become
violent and neurotic due to lack of space. And the
animals raped for their eggs and milk- when their
productive life is through, theyll be shipped off to
slaughter in hopes that theyll be consumed by me and
you. Paraded through the slaughterhouse where theyll
soon be known as meat. The stench of blood and entrails
from the floor beneath their feet. Theyll watch the
ones before them and hear their final cries of pain.
Imagine the terror in their minds as they watch their
families get slain. Their blood is cursing through your
veins. Suffer their screams, suffer their pain. Remove
the blindfold from your eyes. You have no right to take
their lives. In the name of convenience they are
victims of greed. Why support torture for a product you
dont need? Stop for a moment, look in their eyes. Watch
what you are guilty of-watch the way they die. Few of
us know what it is to fight when youve already
struggled with all of your might. Few of us know what
it is to fight when its a matter of death or a matter
of life. Few of us know what it is to fight against
neglect and abuse that is kept out of sight. Few of us
know what it is to fight when you have no defense
against the blade of the knife.