Born to suffer

Expectancy was one thing
Joyfulness another
Essentiality was to be
The order of each day
My mother clearly loved me
In her very special way

By insemination
Artificially
Raped by some old farmers arm
Who was no visionary
Just a basic countryman
Working on the land
Whose father taught him what to do
But who didnt understand

When I was born my mother cried
Our connectedness we felt
We were constant and unchanging
From the cards that had been dealt
At once a confrontation
The rapist and ofcourse
My mother bellowed loudly
As they took me using force

Dragged through the mud and slung me
In a cage
She was so dissenting
In a bovine rage
Isolate our being
Abandon us alas
Exclude us from our closeness
The exercise felt crass

A chain was fastened around my neck
It cut into into my soul
I remember tasting blood that night
The night we lost control
My mother screamed her head
Off
like some dark banshee
A phantom from some opera
And the sound just went through me

I never saw my mother again
And as for me
They wanted my stomach lining
The rennin seemingly
Of course they also wanted the milk
That mum prepared for me
To sell it to the humans
Real sin chronicity

I went off to the slaughterhouse
And was chained up for a while
I could hear The frantic chimes of death
Together with the denial
That comes out of the mouths of mothers
In the superstore
Buying up the homogenised milk
The pus filled enzyme store

I was put to death a baby on the line
Throat slashed head bashed heart crashed
My life was never mine
My mother she was slaughtered too
The bovine family they
Are only good for milk for you
To drink cold everyday

All the anti biotics the growth hormones
Galore
the prozac and the rest of it
The colourings and more
Chilled right down and added to more chemicals
To make
Into vanilla ice cream
All of it a fake

The vanilla from beaver anal glands
More precious souls did die
Creation made the miracle
And the humans told their lie
So much hate and torture
So much agony
And its all done for the profit
And the wish to somehow be

Overidingly stupid
Creating chaos where
Originally there was order
But now so much despair
So many animals suffering
So many children too
Developing animal cancers
I am sorry but its true

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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