Disabled

Apparently there is no involvement
The sinfulness is shown
There’s a wickedness all around this place
Malpractice the worst known
It is so unforgivable
The enormity that’s here
Because they are responsible
Thus liable and that’s clear

Cows deserve a better life
They give a lot and they
Suffer at the hands of commerce
Every single day
Exploited to the limit
By graceless reprobates
Debauched perverted rotten
True degenerates

They are truly blameless
Inoffensive too
They are the most plausible mothers
With a willingness all through
They constantly give of themselves
Comrades to the end
Devoted loyal and faithful
They are a lifetime friend

Docile and distinctly kind
So to replicate a mood
Of anger from the human beings
Most of whom are rude
Frustrated under paid perhaps
And guilty of such wrath
Who beat and harm and are far from calm
As they share their chosen path

Cows are very sensitive
And suffer a great deal
They have their expectation
For them their calves are real
They carry them and so to find
Them kidnapped straight away
Puts so much pressure on them
It truly makes them pay

The constant milking processes
The filthy stalls they keep
The vile food and the chemicals
What they get they reap
Ill health and lameness often
And suffering is vile
And Painful in the scheme of things
Whilst the human beings guile

The shocking and the kicking
The tail pulling and the rest
The kicking and the forces
That clearly now do test
Any mother anywhere
Rewarded with such pain
Crippled by the lifestyle
That rapidly does drain

The life force out of some of them
Their legs and feet are sore
They suffer how they suffer
Their pain is very raw
The loss of calves the loss of care
The loss of love it’s everywhere

A mother needs her babies she
Cannot expect such darkness to be
Taking over her life but they
Have to suffer every day
The slaughterhouse is the place where they
Sooner or later go their way
And if their walking is far from good
They are dragged there sadly
Like they are made of wood

Torn across Rubble and grit
Over steps like so much shit
Pushed and pulled and hurt real bad
A downers life is only sad
A heart as big as any heart
But aching limbs up on the cart
To the slaughterhouse
To those rusty chains
Where soon the knife
Will pierce their brains
As their trachea is sliced away
And they bleed out
On the final day
The poor cow thrusts it’s one good eye
Onto the slaughter man
That guy the last guy she will
see
Who scoops up her blood

And laughs