Two Spring Lambs

Its a cold and frosty morning
The start of a brand new day
The very first of our short lives
By our mothers side we stay

Her wool is warm and soft
She nuzzles us to feed
She warns us not to stray too far
And always answer to her pleas

Now the days are getting warmer
And life seems really sweet
But the grown ups always warn us
To saviour every blade of grass we eat

There is aunty she is very old
She struggles to her feet
She scolds us when were naughty
Why does she call us growing meat

But we are fare to busy winning races
To listen to their lies
With our bellies full and sleepy now
We gaze in to mommies eyes

Then from our baby dreams we are waken
By the clash of mettle  gates
They heard us in to prisons now
We cry mommy where are we been taken

But bleating now wont save us
And there is no where safe to run
For we are standing in the abattoir que
With Aunty she's here too
All waiting for the slaughter mans gun

So we huddle close together
While they force us both apart
And mommy whispers to us softly
As the blood runs from our hearts

Now we seem to be floating
There are lots of babies here
We see a meadow in the distance
And aunties nice now she soothes us
That there is nothing more to fear

So you stole us from our mother
And you robbed us of our life
You cut up our little bodies
With your murderous butchers knife

But you wont steel our souls
And our spirits remain free
While there's  babies on your plate
The conscious of man will never be