My Story ( I was raped by some greasy bloke,carried the baby for 9 months,when my baby was born they stole him and then stole my milk and subsequently I heard they killed my baby)

so claustrophobic, I was sad

for no one there I really knew
and I missed my mum
so bad
I couldn’t turn around
or even move from side to side
time went by
and everything I loved
it was denied
Then I was raped by
some human brute
who stuffed his arm
up me
then, I became so pregnant
though I didn’t want to be

for 9 months I just carried
my baby and could feel
it moving deep inside of me
so very very real
when it was born
it made me cry
and I fell in love with
him, and why
he was my baby, with such
loving eyes
and really such a tiny size

he nestled close and his moo
was sweet
lying there beside my feet
the next day dark the grumpy’s
came
and dragged him away
it was not the same

I cried aloud for days, but he
never did come back to me
my darling boy was dragged away
and died a death it seems
on that day
shot or hammered either way
he’d had his chips, and had to pay

I screamed for days, but no one cared
a mothers sweet lament not shared
the human’s drink our precious cream
and our babes are murdered
that silent scream,
that a mother hears
as her baby dies
and then of course we realise

the human being is a sicko, he
does everything for yea, money
love, and care no not at all
humility, it does appal
all of us affected by
the human thieves
who cheat and lie

who kill and torture
and no one knows
they fill the public
up with prose
about how healthy
it is to drink
milk
whilst our calves
lie in some sink

bleeding out
a few days old
as in their guts and snot
their rolled
thrown in a bin
for pet food, they
were taken from me
on that day

a day I never can forget
my god there’s such a karmic debt
coming to those people who
sup my babies milk who do
put it on their Kelloggs corn
why was my poor baby born?

why did I have to carry him
and fall in love
its just so grim
so he can be murdered
and I can be left
grieving for months
my soul bereft