They lock her in a dark shed. She lives in a pen where she can't turn around. She never sees the sun. She is bashed by the workers. She stands in her own shit and urine. She gives birth to piglets that she can never reach. She sucks her bar back and forth as she becomes psychotic. She is lame in the back legs.
She drags her maggot infested prolapse along the concrete. She is crammed into the transportation truck. She is dragged through her blood to the slaughterhouse. She screams as the others are murdered in front of her. She is brutally murdered. While she is alive she cannot move.
But her eyes follow us around the shed at the intensive pig farm.
Many of the sows are lame in the back legs. They drag themselves on the concrete. We can only rescue some of their babies. The process of selection is terrible. We want to save them all.
We take the sick, injured and dying piglets first. We have to leave their mothers behind.
There are some things that the industry can't hide from us and some things that books can't teach us.
Words can't look us in the eye like she can.
We had to leave her behind to be tortured. It will be the hardest thing we will ever have to do.
Her eyes follow us out as we take her dying babies to safety.
Her eyes dream of hell.
We experience the same dream as we rescue her young.
Her intelligent sensitive face shines out in the dark shed on the pig farm. Now she is dead. She has been murdered. Someone has eaten her flesh.
There are thousands just like her in pig hell.
We reach in and touch their poor tortured bodies. We reach in and touch their pain.
The pain in her eyes touches us. By the time you look at this photo, know that she has been murdered. This time we could not save her from the torture chamber. But we carry the memory of her inside us as we leave.
These are the last things we will remember. Her face behind the bars. We will think of it every day. Whilst we live without torture they are tortured.
We will not forget them, their bodies shackled and chained in the darkness, reeking of shit and urine.
We will remember her dirty, bloody face and we will not stop until the farms are closed down and there is justice. Every animal (human and non-human) has a right to live in peace. We cannot justify this horrific cruelty and geneocide with the desire to taste flesh. We can choose to be a vegetarian.
She has the right not to be tortured and murdered by human beings. Since she cannot speak we will be her voice. We will fight for her.
We will remember her madness, her despair and rage. Because we were chained to it for a while. We will never really know of her immense suffering. It defies all description.
We are all she's got. The world is against her living.
She does not know that we fight for her freedom from outside the torture chamber. But she knew that we were different. We fed her an apple and scratched her on the back and behind the ears. We broke the chains and did not harm her.
We stood with her for a while.
We could not help her much but we tried.
Her eyes followed us around the shed.
We will continue to fight for her as long as we live.
We carried her babies to freedom. They will never have to suffer the way that she is suffering now.
We wished that she knew that.
You are gone from this world. You were dragged through the blood of others to slaughter. You screamed as you were brutally murdered. You lived a life in hell so that people could eat your flesh. You were raped and tortured. Your eyes followed us as we left the shed. We have not forgotten. Daily we work towards your liberation. We will never give up on you or others like you. When we return you will be dead. This photo is the only thing that speaks of your pathetic life. The camera flash in the darkness was the only light you saw. We want this world to know about you.
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