Disabled downers is this what we do to them

I have been labelled as disabled
till I sent my blue badge back, and they
really didn’t show compassion
except a ration
for a day
and downers they are disabled cows
tortured souls long drawn out hours
of pain and vileness, the dairies break
and the sinew and the soul they take

and now we see the victims lying
painfully soon, they will be dying
contorted limbs and ligaments
agonising sentiments
worn out legsall tired from walking
milked out, the doubt lost in the talking
enter the torturers
hands on heart
dark depressions begin to start

heeled and bounced
dragged and hooked
beaten and bashed
they have over looked
the fact that they
are so disabled
forked and smashed
they were not enabled

bleeding sores and deep contusions
hung upside down
and no illusions
of hell or somewhere dark and cold
no one helping
since they are sold

fork lift drags them
a culprit flags them
everybody clearly nags them
snags them bags them
this is awful
I have now had quite an eyeful

disabled cows are pained and lying
further away perhaps not flying
almost sedated in one spot
moving really, no one jot
along comes troll One he will share
a bloodied hammer everywhere
beating the life what’s left to see
scrapping and flapping so horribly

man un kind a frustrated leech
really the lengths that he will reach
into the dark hole of those who
can’t walk or move tis them he will screw
and screw down hard where there’s lot of pain
he will hurt them time and again
a masochist with little to show
for the damnedest treatment
that’s bound to grow