The calf with the ring in its nose

It’s not just the dairymens selfishness here
It’s the self interest that we can feel
It’s the huge lack of consciousness
And vile corruption
and,what it all does reveal

It’s disingenuous and clearly amoral
Sin laden graceless and sad
Abandoned and frail it’s long a shameful trail
Unforgivably wicked and bad

A baby it needs it’s dear mother
Creation establishes worth
The milk from its body rich in nutrition
Drawn from the salt of the earth

An eighty pound calf in a year
It will grow
To a thousand pound cow
Which most do not know

The male calves are kidnapped
And taken away and killed
At the abattoir where they all pay

The females are chosen for veal
They get fed
on watery slop
Till the poor souls are dead

The corporate plans it all out
And we see
Rape kidnap torture
And spiked nose rings they be

forced up
Their nostrils this weaning plate
Prevents them drinking
Though they cannot wait

The spikes on the plate
Aggravate the poor cow
Who will kick
the calf
And this is how

Dairies are able
To steal all the cream
And sell it to you lot
And hope to redeem

Their losses their profits
That’s what they do
Torture the innocent
Because of you

It’s your involvement
Your rotten misdeed
It is malpractice
And why they succeed

It’s inexcusable inexpiable too
It’s reprehensible what we all do
All dressed in white aprons
And looking great
But really they are in the
Filthiest state

In the barns and the paddocks
Up to their knees
often standing in shit
Which hardly would please
You milk swigging farts
Making custard and cream
To fill up your tarts
Or so it would seem

The marketing boards
And the parasite lot
Tell you so many lies
Really it’s not
A kindly nice industry
No not at all
It’s a cruel nasty wicked place
Bitter with gall

The calves how they pine for their mothers
And we
can hear their dear mothers
Lament avidly
Condemned man unkind tortures them so
Babies sweet babies now on death row

Distressed and convicted angels who will
Be sentenced to hanging when their blood they spill
Such retribution their reckoning day
A bloody great nose plate so what do you say

Now what do you feel
When your kids are scoffing their custard
You steal
the wondrous nutrition
From calves all who cry
On a rusty gantry yes that’s where they die

We are the devils
Hell is our place
What we are doing is a disgrace
Don’t speak of religion
Our evilness shows
Those poor little calves
With a ring on their nose

Screaming for mercy
Wanting to drink
But kicked by their mothers
How do you think
It’s right to buy Jersey or Guernsey
Or more
Go with your trolley
Around Waitrose store

They all make the profits
The calves though they die
What violations
The godless know why
The dairy, the markets,
And you Mrs Brown
Filling your kids up
From that place in town