I am a calf

I am a calf
More than a half
as small as my mama
I’m a baby you see
And I’m killed tragically
And later so is my papa
At, 5 days old
Oh! yes I am sold
And If, I’m a male
Its a terrible tale
I’m Shipped off by
Farmer Cruel
manhandled and slaughtered
as a rule
its dosh they need
Not God made calves
They never ever
do things by halves
The farmer all he ever needs
He cares not one iota
Thats its little me who bleeds
Piles us all inside sometruck
Honest no one care a fxxx
Alone we sit, no food no drink
Just packed together and
left to think
How inhuman, humans are
They kick us and punch us
Yes they scar
Hang us up, and watch us bleed
And drink our milk, Our! milk, indeed
God made that milk for us, but you
Imagine you are, yea, cows too
You believe the claptrap, the dairy boys
put out about the wondrous joys
Of killing us, so you can drink
Our nutrition,do you see the link

Antibiotics and GM crap,medicines hormones
how they tap
into your ignorant hearts oh dear
and millions of us, die every year
We go to the happy hunting ground
One of your stories thats around
But we die in agony we die with grief
Our life cut short its beyond belief
That you human beings would be taken in
By Farmer Cruel and Corporate sin

My appeal to you is you see the light
That stuff you drink thats rather white
Is food God made for little cows
To build strong bones and withstand the showers
of rain and snow and hail for we
Are out all weathers supposedly
Not true no more, its concrete stalls
Concentration camps, thick walls
That blot out sun, we can’t see the sky
we can’t chew the cud, or reason why
The machines milk us,and monsanto’s dream
Is that we produce a constant stream
Of creamy dreamy soft white gleamy
Liquid for you all to buy
And forget about uswe never existed
We are superfluous and we must die.

Animals Australia.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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