Yes I’m a cow

How much we love the fresh cud
the sunshine and the rain
the gentle wind
the bird song
and the hourly train
that rushes headlong down the railway track
the sky
the trees, the view
love the natural world of course
probably as you do

but stuck inside a concrete shed
the smell of that dank air
the great fans running day and night
no solitude to share
farting, belching methane
those labourers cruel cries
the electric prods
and the pitch fork sods
who hit us, no surprise
there is no meaning to our lives
just agony and pain
they rape us with their flipping arms
and for 9 months
yes in vain

my child I carry everyday
and as soon as its born
its gone
if its male its kidnapped fast
and killed sometimes upon
the floor well just in front of me
that little soul he shone
for moments in the daylight
eyes wide open, on
a new wish
clearly fascinated but
murdered by some shit
who will not pay a thin dime
to keep my baby fit

my milk is for the human tribe
hormones pus and more
recombitant bovine growth hormone
and so much blood and gore
antibiotics and medicines
and BHT its true
the farmers doing us a favour
selling it to you

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