A cows life

What a way for my
life to end
a life I did enjoy
a concrete cage
tortured day and night
and those, that they
employ
think absolutely nothing
about how we might feel
we were punched and kicked
and stabbed with chisels
life for us was real
They shouted that as an animal
we all felt no pain
thats what human beings think
so our life was all in vain
what we were fed on really sucked
soya and fish meal
no fresh green grass
no wild plants
nobody aware
that is what
us ungulates
eat as natural fayre
and pills they gives us bottles
of them
every shape and size
red ones, yellow ones, white ones
huge ones
can you realize
they make us sick
they make us poo
and indigestion
makes us fart
methane seemingly
is high
they did fill up a cart
every other day they did
and now my life’s to end
they slit my throat
a searing pain
and my head starts to float
we all get, our throats cut
that’s the new idea
no stunning process
for the jews and the muslims
fear
it more if we are stunned
than not stunned so of course
we’re not
they have the last say on
our pain
and we don’t feel a lot!
do we, we are a senseless crowd
with nothing for a soul
our hearts are just a muscle
and we don’t have a clear goal
now I’m on the pavement
with the my blood a’gushing out
At last some sunshine on my back
leaving me in no doubt
these concrete sheds were horrible
drab and dirty too
though my exit from my rotten life
was genuine and true
flies swam on my blood a stream of which
ran by my side
my last thought was my mother
and with that, of course, I died