Intensity

The patriarchal debacle
Is transcending
The female across the species
As we know
Enslavement and subjection
Is creating
Confinement its a state
Now that does grow

A complete loss of freedom
Conscripted in a way
Servitude and slavery
Working for no pay
Subdue reduce and colonise
Impress and dominate
This is now what’s happening
At an alarming rate

The intensity is awful
It’s totally unfair
It’s so terribly selfish
With vast numbers unaware
Goats were the first animals
To be domesticated their
Milk is drunk in huge quantities
Really it does scare

The living day lights
Out of me
That so many. Doe’s now find
They are pilloried in milking crofts
It must blow their mind

Imprisoned on a mechanical wheel
And milk day in day out
These are curious animals
So what’s it all about
Intensity they are bridled
Restricted and repressed
Manacled and pinched and collared
Their patience it must test

For hours on end all through the day
They suffer and they are
Suffering emotionally
Resigned to how they are
Prohibited from moving
Denied their freedom to
Do what wild souls choose in life
Instead it’s this taboo

They have to be compliant
Consenting to all we say
Tolerate whatever
And do it come what may
There is never any compromise
It’s the seizure of their soul
It’s appropriating everything
It is total control

These animals are having
Their milk pulled from them they
Provide some 70 per cent
Of the worlds milk now everyday
Imagine all this torment
We are bloody thieves you know
Plundering and pillaging
And victims they just grow

In Holland this intensity
It’s violence in a way
Round a circle they are locked
It creates it’s own dismay
These are caring mothers
With a fervour to believe
Responsive and benevolent
And wanting to achieve

Much in life and family
With raw feelings and a heart
They are tender and affectionate
So why did it all start
All this vile debauchery
This villainous display
This disproportioned evil
It’s making them pay

It’s undignified and tasteless
We’re barbarians, in fact
It’s commercialised and improper
How does, anyone react
To this hopelessness
This lack of true respect
For the female who
Had every expectation
But seems clueless much like you

Goats have rectangular pupils
And can forage well at night
They were not designed to be
Packed together
In a barn
So tight
That’s to do with margins
And balance sheets and the like
And the patriarchal edicts
And of course the profit hike