Veal calves little babies this one called “benny”

It was only thirty seconds
The video I saw
Nothing in the scheme of things
So horrid to see more
Calves that little babies
They have just been born
Tiny innocent beings
It’s their brand new dawn

Their mother she is with them
In a pool of blood
Their first breath
On the planet
After the dull thud
All the smells of living
Burning in their hearts
A man is there to assist it seems
One of those real upstarts

The babies licked and jostled
By the moth this is care
And live for her wee offering
Of course she needs to share
But the upstart has another idea
Whisk the calf away
39 seconds of freedom
And now the soul must pay

That is the meat industry
As for family care
They do have even a thought
For anybody there
It’s money it’s economics
So the calf is dragged away
With the mother following crying
You can hear her right away

4 days later lots of babies crying
For their mums
Being bashed about a lot
All the little chums together
In a fenced off pen
Thrown about and injured
There must be at least ten
all taken from their mothers
Crying we can hear
Their lowing loops of anguish
Breaking through the air

At 4 months they are ready
Standing on the floor
The upstart with his stun gun
Is ready in the raw
No respect for life it seems
No honour to regard
Irreverent and aweless
And really very hard

Neglect has been the keyword
Since they arrived In town
Really it’s an outrage
What is going down
They are off to slaughter
Still babies in way
Humans love the Vella escalopes
So the restaurants say

That’s little baby cow flesh
That’s been fed on milky slop
And hooked up in a tight iron crate
Now it faces the shop
It cannot walk too easily
That’s how it has to be
It’s flesh has to be milky white
And tender naturally

What is natural about torture
What is natural about pain
Why the hell do human put them through
This malevolence again
Why are we bloody hurtful
Why do we malign
A considerate little baby
So harmless by design

We are so bloody mindless
So vicious and hostile
Persecuting babies
Just here for a while
And now they face the terror
Of the slaughterhouse so we
Can chomp upon their fleshy loins
And smile occasionally

Pulled about and thrown so hard
Into a lorry rack
These are little babies
Did you hear that whack?
No sympathy to speak of
Just anger and despair
No sense of obligation
Just brutes who do not care

The animals are tossed aside and heaped up on a rack
Injured sobbing choking
Now there is no way back
The labourers are unrepentant
Unshriven and unabashed
They cut the babies throats wide open
And then they just bashed
Them down upon the bloody floor
No life from them no more
Little babies lives are list
To bloody pain and gore

They treat them just like
Sacks of shit
No care no thought for how
They must be feeling full of fright
They are baby cow
Hurting their blood spurting
Their agony they know
Death is coming quickly
And they now are the show

Along the creaking gantry
Legs chopped off one by one
Head off tail off split into
Now the work is done
Soon they will be cut and packaged
Sitting in some store
Being eaten by some trout less carnivore