Calves

Calves are gentle
almost noble creatures
a tenderness beyond that
clearly features
as something far beyond man’s
sensitivity
but their reward is Death
but why does it have to be?

they were born to live
and become worthwhile
ungulates selected
though to be
milk machines
and flesh machines
their skin
to be our shoes and boots
and sofa’s and our fashion
trousers
cows and calves
the poor souls
cannot win
one minute we are patting them
the next they are on our plate
chomping on their backsides
they have made the date
with death
with violent torture
with every kind of sin
that we can exact upon their
gentle souls
its is all spin

the calf take it from me
they get no chance at all
victims of rape
of kidnap of murder
Hell is their only call
they look at us with doleful eyes
as gentle as can be
and all we do is slaughter them
that is our infamy