Poor cow

The misanthropy is galling
Such malice and such Hate
Such cruelty such evil
And all aside the gate
The farm the grassy visuals
The viciousness and strain
Mother cows up on the truck
The barbarity insane

Farmers heartless sadists
Many won’t agree
Rosy faces and hairy cheeked
Thats what the world may see
But in their gut of utterances
A female tenderly
Is loaded on the slaughter truck
Disobligingly

The great gates are sorung open
The truck up to the door
Down the ramp the animals go
More and more and more
Limping leaping tragically
Following each others tails
Straw and of course saliva
A sadistic way to go
Several pained and nauseous
All part of the flow

One soul carrying babies
Imagine that will you
Coming to fruition
A construct of the new
Farmers have no heartfelt thought
Just money in the bank
Hoisted up upon the chains
With nobody to thank

Throat cut blood a washing
Opened up and we
See babies all exploding
Out onto the floor for free
Infants lost forever
Dying as they fall
Ill wishes and execration
As they crash against the wall

The farmer couldn’t care a less
He ‘s in his armchair he
Feels all philanthropic
Charged with empathy
The contracts will be coming in
Divorced from all that fear
Humanity, takes up the slack
A mother’s end is near

All those little babies
Unforgiving they
Brought into the light me thinks
For some instant dismay
A thanklessness unmindful
Such impropriety
The grievance and resentment
And base depravity

The farmer he alone well be
Checking his balance he
Pats himself upon the back
That opportunity
Absolving him from thinking
Of his cows who were with child
Who took the knife and felt the pain
Those Illicitly defiled