Those poor babies

Don’t kick no more

pretend your dead

as the hammer comes down

on your  sweet head

these are babies

babies they

how many times do I have to say

babies no one worries much

let them struggle

they do as such

reality the farmer bods

they must cry out to their gods

Hathor wife of Horus hear

come and help me

so much fear

so much agony

so much pain

the brutality

they are insane

the cracking crushing

smashing sound

“it kind of works”

as they just pound

these babies heads

each crushing blow

and still they kick

trying to go

to get away

kicked and rolled

smashed in eyes

the pain untold

de horned some

blood curdling cries

the dairy hell

do you realize

the pain and the suffering

metered out

to babies

surely I want out

of this life now

for what I see

men do to babies

who were beautifully

crafted by creations hand

so miraculous

who dares understand

the futility the suffering here

the economics

oh goddess its clear

milk and cheese

its agony

its every sort of infamy

its hell on earth

its heinous its

crazy  and these

men are shits

of the lowest order

I cant abide

such cruelty

down deep inside

it  plays havoc with my

heart too

as to what these men did do