Calves cry Dairies can’t

V stands for vile
and for vanquished
veal is a veil that’s in vain
violated by the vagrants
letting babies be washed down the drain
chained to a crate
so admonished
I am astonished to hear
that a baby is chained by the
neck to a halter
it can’t move
and chokes on its spittle in fear

its fed on the slops of the udder
its muscles quickly melt away
its pitiable state who can relate
to the great shame that happens today
its easy to vilify dairies
they remain beneath white aprons and
milkmaids with pink lips and rosy red cheeks
and an accent most can’t understand

the calves are the end game their suffering
is unnoticed by the vast crowd
who pat them in children’s farms
here there and everywhere
surely they live in a shroud
and out of the sight of the public
in the dark little sheds
they must stay
gradually getting, as weak as hell
in reality wasting away

Imagine a baby kidnapped from its mother
and chained in a crate fed on slop
imagine the pain of that chain around one’s neck
really you need that to stop
but that doesn’t happen
the farmers need calves to be prionsers and under tow
they need calves to waste so their pale flesh is tender
and in that sad state yes they grow

by the time they are ready for slaughter
they are crippled and stricken with grief
they heard their dear mothers lowing away
all that a state of belief
that for some reason they were split up
straight away
and the milky nutrition was stopped
the reason of course it is flogged to the humans
and the rest of the babies are cropped

v stands for vehemence
that’s what I feel
just counting the numbers
sacrificed for veal
babies thats all they that they
frail little souls
tortured in mayhem
they then take the roles
of martyrs they suffer
and quietly they die
the reason is obvious
Dairies don’t cry