In India cows are thought of as holy
nobody dares touch them
maybe their lowly
but still fairly free to
wander around
cars will pull up for them
that’s what I’ve found
but there are some men
who will break any laws
they will load them on trucks
and that is because
they can get a good price
for them leather and meat
but they have to march them
far away from the street
up into the hills
and really quite high
where the great snowy summits
caress the dark sky
they do not give them water
and many will die
it is very terrible torture
but these men rely
they need to get them
to the killing yard
where their killed very slowly
it just seems so hard
for these poor sad cows
who have gone through a lot
and are now to be killed
right here on the spot
with a rusty old knife
that acts more like a saw
they hack away briskly
and try to ignore
the pangs and the pain
that the cow clearly feels
there is nothing at all
nothing conceals
the obvious
torture the agony too
as the cows head is almost sawn
off
for that’s what they do
a fountain of gore and blood
shoots in the air
which anyone witnessing this
cannot bear
to see it or hear it
those gently sweets souls
murdered like this
within their distinct roles
cows are so gentle
cows are so kind
these men if you can call them that
really are blind
to the savageness shown
to the evil that’s here
for leather those cheap leather
goods that appear
in markets now everywhere
blood stained infact
but nobody sees it
so how can they react
unless, I tell them
and that’s what I do
their poor aching legs
and really to view
this terrible picture
of what was pure pain
No I never ever
want to see that again
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.