An Irish Calf

The unworldliness and innocence
Such incorruptibility
Guiltlessness and undefiled
Unblemished impeccability
A baby born a mothers care
Rewarded for she is not there
Removed at once taken away
Kidnapped from her world today
A harmlessness and heart of gold
An amiability that’s sold
To the highest bidder who
Probably isn’t me or you
Neither goodness mercy or charity
And not an ounce of empathy
The worst intentions the enmity
Are guaranteed sadly to be

The lot of calves a true affliction
Hardly any benediction
Spitefulness plenty of that
Callousness where they are at
Torn away from their mothers side
The purest love they are denied
Lack of concern and real foul play
Becomes and outrage day on day
No nutrition none at all
The milk is taken as a rule
Calves are unwanted babies who
Can go to hell sadly that’s true
No blandishments no motherly love
The celebration from above
The state of wonder to be alive
Wondering how you did survive

and now pulled off And on your own
Your Mother you can hear her groan
Her indignity her lowing tones
And the farmers haughtiness your bones
Weak and painful from how they threw
You across the barn their anger true
Their audacity and flagrancy
Such brass neck awful tyranny
They look at you not as a soul
A living miracle with a role
To play in life but something who
Could provide some rennet or could do
Veal and ham pie, or the dogs tea
Tragically no permanency
Disrespected from day one
The brazen faced that held the gun
Might have fired it
Could have, he
Was mean spirited as we all could see

Like a child lost and alone
No love around so far thrown
About and tossed and kicked
No milk to drink someone has tricked
My dear mother clearly she
Lead Way ever to be
Such intolerance really bad blood
Massive tension just a flood
Of anger and resentment here
Leaving me in total fear
A few of us together we
Ostracised we all now be
Banished from the yard and mother
Outcastes not even another
Do we know, pariah’s we
Foreign like some evictee
Some alien all withdrawn
Wishing we had not been born

The labourers their gruffness sure
Shouting loudly and whats more
Scowling hitting us as well
Newly born and already Hell
And heaps of true hostility
And Ill feeling and bitterness there be
In the warmth of mother
All that time
When we dreamed our dreams
Wanting to climb
Into the sunshine
And to pastures new
Where The sweetest clover
And honeydew

But all we got was bitterness
Pain abuse and so much stress
No goodness and Mercy
Humanity
Was a baleful time
Of acerbity
Off to slaughter
Apparently
Our stomach lining
Is soon cut free
Rennin a coagulant of cheese
The viciousness yes if you please
Some of us go to rennet or
To the slaughterhouse
And on the floor
Smell the blood of the mothers who
End up as burgers
As many do

Some are off to the veal crate cell
Chains on their necks
For a short spell
Fed on slops to whiten meat
It’s what the humans want to eat
Then it’s your liver
They also use
And your heels took too they might choose
Calf heel jelly
And liver they
Are all you are for them a way
To minimise their actual cost
collateral damage
Other bits tossed
Into the bins
To rot away
To be a calf
You have to pay

Then there’s live exports
Slavery
A great big slice of misogyny
Sold to the Middle East EU
Far Way
across the sea
Shipped right away
Packed together drenched in fear
Like terrorists it’s very clear
The innocence is worn away
The charity no one can say
Their heartlessness its opportune
Zero tolerance really soon
Remorselessness and pain and sin
Life and love too soon wears thin

A total impropriety
An unjustifiability
Squashed and abused
With nothing to eat
And nothing to drink
So much deceit
This is the meat trade
Wholly wrong
Babies truly do not belong
In such a world
How is that fair
Because consumers are unaware
And those that are
They do not care
They kick and punch us everywhere
Swear at us spit on us
Urinate
everywhere
Nothing is great

Improper and vulgar
And then the sea
Rocked about yes we be
Neglected rotten
Sick as dogs
Bruised and broken
No better than hogs
Scant respect
Nothing to do
But cry inside
And take the view
At destination
We shall be
Murdered quickly
Hopefully
Irish calves the purest scorn
Their unworthiness at being born
They wanted our milk
For their mayonnaise
and their bloody cheese
And their cream cake phase
Abandoned by everyone
Wasted and left
Sentenced to death
Denying us breath
Our livers our stomach
Our bodies our soul
The meat trade
the murder trade
So knowing our role

We all pray aloud to all the gods imaginable
That we are never ever born again

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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