Bull calf

Poor little soul
Stuck on his own
Bound for the slaughterhouse
When he has grown
Bigger and bigger
Fatter for sure
Sold by the weight
We feint to ignore
The cruelty aspect
The meaningless way
We torture these babies
Sweet nothings we say
Triteness and platitudes
That’s all we hear
Babies being tortured
With tags in each ear

Confined to a small space
Every day
It’s negative thinking
Denial I say
It’s quite a challenge
It’s mendacity
Misrepresentation
And duplicity