Whenever I hear a lamb

Or feel a warm spring day,

I remember the year of savage death

When our flocks were culled

When our herds were killed

When the dales were a war zone

And farmers were bribed

And bullied and threatened

And forced to give way

And when reason had no say.

And I realize that such brutality

Is the product of agro-industry

Where greed is the god

And you dont care a sod

About suffering, just about pay.

Now its spring again.

There are lambs again.

But the way we see farming is still the same

And MacDonalds rule

And its not OK.

Hilary Peters