To be a cow and wonder how

A female a mother with babies
That grow
They steal all our milk and our babies
You know
Raped in the rape rack
Pregnant we be
That’s what we are here for
Profit you see

A cycle of sorrow
Pain everywhere
Raped it’s just awful
Total despair
We give birth to babies
That are taken away
How we cry and lament
Yes every day

As time passes we find
Walking is hard
Everywhere’s painful
And we must guard
Ourselves from the farm hands
That kick us to make
Us get up and walk
Of course for their sake

Punching us kicking us
Stabbing our eyes
Our water is dirty
They are not wise
Torturing mothers
What have we done wrong
We are living beings
Part of a throng

Of others, the stables are smelly
As hell
They milk us to death
And we never feel well
The slaughterhouse beckons
But lifted we be,
dragged
Out of the barn
by a truck painfully

We don’t get respect
Just a kick, qand shit talk
And all because actually
We cannot walk
We are lame in such pain
But death is the way
They want our skin
For leather they say

The stench of death
It’s with us each day
Dragged onto a truck
And carted away
No respect for our form
Deaths coming we know
How now brown cow
It’s your time to go.

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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