Sam the Lamb

OK so I am a Lamb
I bleat, that is my thing
You people think we are idiots
But to this world we bring
Joy just watch us
Dance and leap and joyfully engage
Ok I am a Lamb my name
Is Sam and I am of age

But you know that doesnt stop me
Yearning to be learning
About my life the wild wind
Inside myself I am burning
As I am taken off to slaughter
And those men thats what they were called
They threw me roughly on the road
And laughed as I crawled

They Said they would bash my head in
But a lady driving by
Stopped and took me with her
If she hadnt I was going to die
The Meat Trade is a monster
Its always been that way
And people working in that trade
Have nothing good to say

They beat us up
They toss us
NO feed or water give
Han handle us and if we are sick
Make sure we don’t live

To see the fields of verdant grass
Or taste the spring time breeze
Where there is no sensitivity
They never can appease
The hearts of joyful wild things
Little lambs like me
Or calves or chicks or ducklings
We are just killed mercilessly

Dedicated to the little lamb rescued thankfully