Life ebbs away on that terrible day the last thoughts of a cow in India

I am a poor unwanted soul
unloved uncared for
and my role
was to be born
and to be killed
and to bathe in my blood
as its spilled
to feel that blade
that jagged blade
saw across my throat
the pain not only
from the wound
but from the need
to make that cut
and to force me
just to troat
throw that sound
throw it around
try with all my might
to waken those of you who sleep
as they switch off my light

I feel, so sick, inside of me
holy prayers were said
my own blood rich with oxygen
now wets me and my head
feels heavy life is leaving me
and the thoughts of why and who
gave me this death sentence
was it was it you ?
and if it was why did I have to suffer
so much pain
why did I have sit in my own blood
that sprayed like rain
why do you feel the need is there
to torment and to be
so frightfully vile in how you
end my life
as you can see