More Trouble Than it's Worth

Paper and metal.
For which so much blood is spilled
Innocents stripped alive
of fur, tooth and claw
Screaming, writhing in agony
Only to be ignored

Whipped, driven to exhaustion
with man sat upon their back
Choked by rope, bound by chains
Mocked by the jeering crowd.
Flap the rag, torment the beast
All in the name of sport.

Let them tear each others flesh
Let theirs be the blood which is spilled
Let them die.
As long as the paper and metal sits safe in our pocket
As long as the carcass of every creature,
Puts paper and metal in our purse
Let the slaughter continue;
For paper and metal we murder.