My life as a cow

What they do to us is wrong
Gentle as the day long
Our individuality
Cornered by depravity
We enduring pain and thrust
A constancy of true disgust
You cannot imagine
How we feel
How sick inside
And just how real
It is to be a cow today
A mother a my child on the way
Still they beat us
Still they try
To put us down
And watch us cry

Oblivion can sometimes be
In our marrow constantly
Milking half to death are we
And suffering considerably
Apparently if needs be
The slaughterhouse
We just could see
Shipped out early
On the truck
By the farmer
Who doesnt give a fcuk

Wherever his heart is
Goodness knows
A slovenliness it grows
And grows
A right old rumpus
If you ask me
A shambles for the world to see

There is no order
Just disarray
Chaotic and messy
And they say
Its nihilistic
And scary stuff
When the ride there
Becomes too tough

You are with others
You are on your way
The monotony of an endless day
The smell of fear
It feels bizarre
Its uncharacteristic
Now where you are

What of my baby
How is she
Why are we travelling
It shouldnt be
The flickering lights
On the road we see
Somethings wrong
Its inopportune
My baby isnt due till June

I feel unsteady
My fraility
Its really the vulnerability
Being a mother
Down the line
Maternity offers
And ofcourse mine
My little calf
He wriggles a bit
Where are we going
I need to sit

Down in the truck
I cant stand anymore
My feet are aching
Everywhere’s sore
The truck is moving
Swaying about
Testing my legs
And I am in doubt

As to why they are moving me
And why today
And there is others around us
The pressure does play
On my mind
At that moment we are slowing down
We are reaching the place
Somewhere out of town

Down into a yard
I can hardly bear
To stand up and walk
Now anywhere
Its to a lower level
With lots of light
A wet tiled floor
It just didnt feel right

Ominous noises
Of creaking and all
The smell of blood
And guts on the wall
The shrieks i could hear them
The rattles of chains
Men in blue overalls
And great big drains

Bloodshed and butchery
An abattoir
Today was the day was it
The day I star
In my own vile death cycle
And with my dear son
We enter a death
When the dear day is done

Swept off of my feet
One hind foot high
Swinging on a chain
The strain as I fly
And a great blade
Across my throat
It felt so sore
Bathed in my own gushing blood
On the floor

A cut made my dead baby
Pulled from inside
All floppy and wet
An instant where pride
Overcame the last throes
Of death which for me
Saw my soul rise and disappear
Clearly i be

Gone and my baby
Calf skin to be
His stomach lining
A coagulant he
Abused for the cheese
For the junket the cream
And now at the
Great rainbow bridge
By the stream
Of life giving love giving
Sparkles we be
Having left planet earth
And its sick purgatory