Bovine mothers

Females to the farmer
A ticket to a life
Where kidnap rape and torture
And several years of strife
Are commonplace
Are expected
The cruelty of man
Purposefully for profit
Its all part of the plan

We watch a cow appealingly
Swap eye contact to see
Whether the slaughterhouse operative
Has a heart
And wants to be
Compassionate and gentle
But he has no time to be
Anything but a vandal
Which he does demonstrably

Her life has Seen the evil
Heartlessness was rife
Intolerant and merciless
Every hour brought strife
Her children kidnapped every one
And she then raped again
Tortured by the savages
That plagued her whole campaign

No respect for females
Not in the farmyard she
Sufferred so much misogyny
All that was plain to see
Nobody showed her benevolence
No empathy at all
She was just a non entity
Standing in a stall

Heavy hands that raped her
A boot that kicked her arse
Hours of true long suffering
If they wanted to pass
An electric prod or a steel toe cap
Connecting with her soul
The gathering clouds are everywhere
For they use that as control

Vulgarity and swearing
It happens everyday
Everywhere the evil eye
Threatens so they say
The force us in the rape rack
Milk us of our worth
Steal it for the human breed
Whilst our calves have gone to earth

Already in some burger
Or a sausage in some pan
Our precious little babies
Who we carried and some van
Took them all the babies
To be murdered in cold blood
The drains around those slaughter pits
Just run red with a flood

And now after that awful life
I cannot bear to try
And walk another moment
To the place where I will die
I am lame from all the torment
The electric prods and kicks
Being beaten with their pitch forks
And really knocked for six

The anger that they showed us
The acrimony and gall
Resentment you could feel it
Revengefulness and all
Wrathfulness and raging fury
Ferment all the time
Life was just intolerable
Laying in our own slime

No words of endearment
A female misses that
Bad mannered and boorish
Aggressive really at
Every single motion
Every single hour
You felt just how unwelcoming
That was and how they used their power

And on the death row conveyor
Our red eyes try to find
An operative who uses his heart still
And his mind
To verify the circumstance
Of a female in the last
Throes of life beseechingly
Hopeful she is cast

With kindliness and belonging
But instead of course she finds
The malevolence it permeates
All the hearts and minds
These murderers have nothing
They are brutish torturers who
Work for a rabid corporate
And are part of his ugly stew

Of tyranny and brashness
Of disrespect and shame
Rebellious and defiant
Part of his killing game
Loudmouthed and offensive
Arrogant to a tee
They sniff and snort and don’t give a fig
For a female soul like me

Dragged off by a fork lift
Bruised and savaged by
The rollers and the manhandling
And thats before I die
Lifted to the gantry
Strung up, every pain
My throat is slit from ear to ear
And my blood is purple rain

You like my flesh its good and red
You like my skin, it too
Is probably on your sofa
Where your fat arse rests, its true
You like the milk or the custard
Its made out of sweet dears
When you swallow it
Can you feel me
Can you taste my final tears!

NO I guess you cannot
Or will not, not at all
You cannot imagine that mother
Who once stood in that stall
Who cried her fucking heart out
Every single day
Whilst the farmer made a killing
And you lot couldnt wait to pay