“Autumn”

For hundreds of years
For far greater numbers
Of male calves born
Sadly have been
Abused and just thrown on the dust heap of life
That practice I feel is
Obscene

It revolves around milk
and the dairy
And farmers
want babies and so
If they are male they are murdered
At birth
They are kidnapped
as most of you know

Here is a baby
We have named him “Autumn”
He is calf who was found
Dumped on a rubbish tip
In Rajastan
In his own blood being drowned

His jaw and his teeth
And his mouth were so injured
That he couldn’t eat anymore
He must have been suffering
the greatest pain
Stemming from what we saw of his jaw

We found him and took him to love him
stabilised him with pain meds
Cleaned up the wounds and bandaged them
Offered him love all our heads
together
For “Autumn” who clearly was lonely
We found his mother and brought her to see
So he could then suckle rather than buckle
For “Hathor” knew that it should be

Sadly for male calves
The human being
Prefers to be ignorant
And isn’t seeing
Some now are angels
But others drink milk
And are guilty of cruelty
All of that ilk

So take my suggestion
“Autumn” was one
Fortunate calf
From the dump in the sun
He is now back with his mother and she
Will serve him each day till he grows
Naturally

He is one in a trillion
For the others who try
In their farmyards to hope
Sadly they all die
Whereas this little fellow
Found heaven on earth
And a bunch of angels
Who knew of his worth

If we had not found him
We would most certainly have died
But it took just two weeks
And he was back on side
Now with his mother
And with other friends
Donkeys and calves and cows
And it sends
An aura of peace of loving of care
For he is getting stronger
And is one of the rare
Calves who will make it
Where others do not
Perhaps we must realise
The life we have got

Doesn’t need cows milk
We are not bovine
We are Human and so
Let that be a sign
Let the ungulate families
Sup from their mama
And grow stronger and loving
As her little star