Many of you don’t know I am here
And many cannot see
Immersed in your own boredom
For your eternity
Me I loved my mother
And she truly loved me
But the human race
Wins all the prizes
Thats how it has to be
My nutrition doesn’t get a look in
Anymore
For some reason your offspring
Need the ungulate for sure
Our milk designed to help us grow
It becomes your substitute
And we are seen as obsolete
Really thats the root
You lot take and therefore
Calves like me are lost
Nobody will feed us
Because of course the cost
Is too much with you stealing
The nutrition that I need
And so I end up dying
Being used for animal feed
Or perhaps my guts are torn out
And the rennin used for cheese
Human beings love the stuff
For me it one big tease
Its made with my nutrition
And heaps of refined salt
Some colouring if you are lucky
I suppose its not your fault
Its full of fat thats bad for you
For us its not too bad
We only live about three years
So for us life isn’t as sad
But you lot you live 70 years
And your hearts will give out before
If you eat this concentrated fat
And just ignore
So now I am being crushed alive
One of the unfortunate few
Rendered into dog food
I am alive still this is true
Like the millions of fluffy chicks
am male and I must go
Crushed to death ah yes my breath
Gone!nothing to show
But a mush of hair and hoof thats me
Squashed to kingdom come
Apart from mummy no one loved me
One last look and some
Animal rights activists will see me
See me Pictured here
They will try their best to help
For they cannot fail to hear
The crushing of my body
The bleeding out I feel
The ugliness of torture
Rendered now for real
Thrown into a vacuum
And lost for evermore
The agony of the moment
Only you ignore
The farmer and the dairy
Soulless brutes they be
Someone took the decision
To do away with me
Someone who professes to have a heart
And soul
Someone who is supposedly gentle
That arse ole
He that bloody farmer
Consigned me to this place
Take one last look
i am looking back at you
You can see my face
Stuck in this contraption
This is the end of me
This is the end of everything
Perhaps humanity
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.