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World Food Prize Is Designed To Promote Iowa Pig Cadavers, Texas Cow Carcasses
Under guise of multiplying food production, the World Food Prize
Foundation and Heifer Int'l continue to inflict hideous suffering
on animals
Foundation and Heifer Int'l continue to inflict hideous suffering
on animals
The World Food Prize was designed to promote Iowa
pig cadavers, Texas cow carcasses, Arkansas chicken carrion. This year one of their 2 prize recipients is Jo Luck
of Heifer Intl, the group which sends baby animals overseas to lives of slavery and slaughter as Heifer Intl advances livestock related famine, drought,
energy waste, environmental destruction, human diseases such as Mad Pig Disease,
trichinosis, heart attacks, and as always underlining everything are the
screams of the animals at the slaughterhouse. It is ironic
that instead of popularizing fruit which reforests the world with God-designed
gifts which yield 450 to 4500 times more per acre than carcasses, the World Food Prize
is promoting the dinosaur ways which have made this the hottest year since
temperatures were recorded.
Iowa is semi desert... trees having been cut down to raise corn to give to pigs
(inverse protein machine)
http://www.worldfoodprize.org/index.cfm?nodeID=25500&audienceID=1#Jo-Luck
I Will Not Sail With Sheep
- W. H. Davies - (1870 to 1940)
When I was once in Baltimore
A man came up to me and cried
‘Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
And we sail on Tuesday’s tide.'
‘If you will sail with me, young man,
I'll pay you fifty shillings down.
These eighteen hundred sheep I take
From Baltimore to Glasgow town.’
He paid me fifty shillings down.
I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;
We soon had cleared the harbour’s mouth,
We soon were in the salt sea deep.
The first night we were out at sea.
Those sheep were quiet in their mind.
The second night they cried with fear –
They smelt no pastures in the wind.
They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields.
They cried so loud I could not sleep:
For fifty thousand shillings down
I would not sail again with sheep.
(Poem reproduced by World Animal Day with kind permission of Kieron
Griffin as Trustee for the Mrs H M Davies Will Trust)
http://www.worldanimalday.org.uk
© Animal Poems
http://www.postpoems.com/members/animalpoems
Davies was born in England.. was a hobo for several years in the US. He broke a leg hopping a train. He went back to England and began writing. His poems also reflect his love of simplicity, freedom and compassion. He writes of homeless men asleep being kicked.
pig cadavers, Texas cow carcasses, Arkansas chicken carrion. This year one of their 2 prize recipients is Jo Luck
of Heifer Intl, the group which sends baby animals overseas to lives of slavery and slaughter as Heifer Intl advances livestock related famine, drought,
energy waste, environmental destruction, human diseases such as Mad Pig Disease,
trichinosis, heart attacks, and as always underlining everything are the
screams of the animals at the slaughterhouse. It is ironic
that instead of popularizing fruit which reforests the world with God-designed
gifts which yield 450 to 4500 times more per acre than carcasses, the World Food Prize
is promoting the dinosaur ways which have made this the hottest year since
temperatures were recorded.
Iowa is semi desert... trees having been cut down to raise corn to give to pigs
(inverse protein machine)
http://www.worldfoodprize.org/index.cfm?nodeID=25500&audienceID=1#Jo-Luck
I Will Not Sail With Sheep
- W. H. Davies - (1870 to 1940)
When I was once in Baltimore
A man came up to me and cried
‘Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
And we sail on Tuesday’s tide.'
‘If you will sail with me, young man,
I'll pay you fifty shillings down.
These eighteen hundred sheep I take
From Baltimore to Glasgow town.’
He paid me fifty shillings down.
I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;
We soon had cleared the harbour’s mouth,
We soon were in the salt sea deep.
The first night we were out at sea.
Those sheep were quiet in their mind.
The second night they cried with fear –
They smelt no pastures in the wind.
They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields.
They cried so loud I could not sleep:
For fifty thousand shillings down
I would not sail again with sheep.
(Poem reproduced by World Animal Day with kind permission of Kieron
Griffin as Trustee for the Mrs H M Davies Will Trust)
http://www.worldanimalday.org.uk
© Animal Poems
http://www.postpoems.com/members/animalpoems
Davies was born in England.. was a hobo for several years in the US. He broke a leg hopping a train. He went back to England and began writing. His poems also reflect his love of simplicity, freedom and compassion. He writes of homeless men asleep being kicked.
For more information:
http://www.worldfoodprize.org/index.cfm?no...
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