Swine with gilded hooves

Like swine around the feeding trough,

jostling with hoof and jowl

Coats are stained and tarnished,

dark with dirt and something foul

Beady eyes that shine with cunning,

whilst ropey spittle is swinging from jaws,

heads buried deep as they fight for the scraps,

grunting and squealing whilst stuffing their maws

All that is known is how to consume,

and that well past their share,

and these pigs with gilded hooves that rule

won't stop till all is bare,

whilst we sit back and watch bellies grow thin

as our yards are all trampled to mud,

slaving in pens to ensure these swine

grow fat from our sweat and our blood

To take and take is not natures way,

its a page from the deadliest book

Greeds only home is the heart of a pig,

and these pigs only home is a hook