A collection of poems inspired by the SUNDAY investigation into some pig farming practices in

New Zealand

Living in here day by day. I don’t get to have my say.Depressed and lonely, fat and bigThat’s my life for me a pig.

In this farm I am very sadAll the pigs in here are mad.My dad got turned into baconTo help with all the money makin’

Wonder what it’s like outa here Will there be anyone who’ll care.Condemned to a horrible fate Living my life in this grotty crate.

Please someone, come rescue me So for once I will be freeI don’t want to live like thisI want to play around in bliss

By Amber Sowerby

It is terrible being a pigThat is round fat and bigCondemned to this horrible fateLiving my life in this crate

This is where I get farmedMan in here do I get harmedFor all the day I am soreEating the crap on the floor

To them I’m nothing but baconFor all the money they’re makinLiving in this horrible smellAnd that’s why I’m not that well

By Abbey Wilton

It’s terrible being a pig

That’s round fat and big

Condemned to a horrible fate

Living my life in this crate

I don’t feel very well

In this terrible sickening smell

I feel like a piece of bacon

From all the money their makin

I feel a lot of distress

Wondering how I got into this

mess

The life here is over for me

Why won’t anyone set me free?

By Crystal Chung

Its terrible being a pig.That is round fat and big.Condemned to a horrible fate.Living my life in this crate.

I fell like a piece of bacon .From all the money there making.I don’t fell very well.From this terrible smell.

It’s muddy cold and damp.From the harsh shine of a lamp.It’s so horrible being farmed.And they don’t care I’m getting harmed.

By Roxanne Scheepers

It is tragic being a pig.Being round, plump and big.

The sickening cries echoing by,Will they get out, yeah pigs might

fly!Condemned to a sorrowful fate,

In this dirty diminutive crate.Look at all this money they’re

makinBecause of all our slithers of

bacon

Please help us ,to set us freeOr we will have to pay the fee.Look at all the sorrow we pay, Set us free and make our day.

By Shyane Ram

It is terrible being a pigThat is round, fat and bigCondemned to a horrible fateLiving my life in this crate

All I want is to race aroundAnd dig down deep until I’ve foundA place to wallow in the mudAnd taste all those scrumptious bugs

I want to have a brand new home A place to feel free to roam And find a brand new friend to playAll those piggy games all day

By Caralena Borisov

It is terrible being a pig

That is round fat and big

Condemned to a horrible fate

Living my life in this crate

My mind is going out I am distress

Everywhere in this small crate is mess

It is really scary being in there.

That peoples that not even care.

My dad got chop into bacon

Look at all the money they making

There are bugs flying in my ear

We not even get fed a pear.

By Corrina McRae

It’s terrible being a pig,That’s round, fat and big,Condemned to a horrible fate,Living my life in this crate.

I hate the people that are makin’,The stuff that comes out of me called bacon,All day long I’m in so much distress,How much longer can I live in this mess.

I have so much fear,I need to get some beer,I want to get out,So I can roam about.

By Jordan Sinclair

It is a terrible being a pigthat’s round fat and big.Condemned to a horrible fate Living my life in this crate.

I cannot move I’m very sad the man that keeps me all big and bad.I haven’t had a wash in yearsThis horrible feeling gives me tears.

All I can hear is screaming I wish I could start dreaming.This place is not right Me staying in here day and night.

By Sad’e Herewini

It is terrible being a pig,that is round fat and bigCondemned to a horrible fateLiving my life in this crate.

Staring up at me, eye to eyeAmong the cockroaches all which flyNever to see the light of day Never will piglets run or play.

Sickness encrusted, stale air Living this way really isn’t fairCruelty to pigs just isn’t rightStuck in the crates day and night.

The farmers really make some cashBy treating the pigs really rashThere are more out there, we might not know ‘emThink of them as you read my poem.

By Jesper Peterson

It is terrible being a pig that is round, fat and big

Condemned to a horrible fate living my life in this crate

all I feel is sadand it is driving me mad

always in distressLiving in this life of mess

always being in this placeI’ve got no room, I’ve got no space

Turnin’ us into baconFor all the money they’ll be makin’

all my life I’ve been farmedalways being harmed

always feeling very soreHoping soon I won’t be anymore

By Sam Masterson

It is terrible being a pig

That is round fat and big

Commended to a horrible fate

Living my life in this crate.

My back aches, it is so sore

All I want is to be shown the door

I would run round the bend

To see all my friends.

I hate when I get hurt

they just treat me like dirt

It’s so very loud

Our country shouldn't be proud

I'm O so sad

It’s not my fault I'm mad.

It’s so sad when I'm makin

The fact I'm gunna be bacon !

By Cameron Mcinnes

It is horrible being a pigBecause I’m round fat and bigCondemned to a horrific fateLiving my life in this tiny crate

It is really sad

Its not my fault I’m mad

All day long I chew on bars

I'd rather live on planet mars

Of this horror I can’t refute

Oh how I wish I could mute

The roaring sound of pigs screaming

How I hope I am only dreaming

By Bailey Jackson

I’m a pig that's being farmed They think we’re not harmedCondemned to a horrible fate Living a life in a crate

I’m a round rolling pigWith a stomach fed bigBut I have a dream to be freeThe sun and the sky I would see

They fatten us for bacon In a crate for money Makin’’The screaming it’s so very loud Our country shouldn’t be proud

By Emily Horgan

It is terrible being a pig.that is round, fat and big.condemned to a horrible fate.living my life in this crate.

The pig are a fat, pink bore.Pig like to role around in mad but too sore.Pigs are in here there are really sad.The owner is furious and mad.

it is dark in this horrible place.the pig has a very muddy face.I’m going to be turned into a roast.some people like to eat me the most.

By Brendon