Baby calves poor little souls

Poor little souls
Really just born
Into the Dairy Trade
Thats when the scorn
The dissent the denial
Derision and distrust
Happens my goddess
For me its disgust

They are fucking heathens
The whole dairy tribe
Whiter than white
How they imbibe
A kind if respect
From the public who think
They have wonderful principles
but theres no link

possible really
They are an insular lot
Their notoriety
Really has got
Or Should have a bashing
For their turpitude
Shifty and shady
And a abundantly crude

Look at the calf
An innocent soul
Stripped from its mother
Its lactating role
Finished already
The dairy will sell
Every pint it can muster
Its under the spell

Of profit for profits sake
And the public Don’t see
Dont hear the poor calf
Who sighs Constantly
Cant hear the Poor mother
Whose kidnapped child cries
And the cow weeping wildly
With red blood shot eyes

They are so ignoble
Disgraceful I say
Humiliating in every way
These lovely females
Are pressured and lost
And beaten and tortured
Its such a great cost
To keep having babies
So humans can drink
The heavy cholesterol
Just cos they think

Its good for them
Calcium wise a big lie
The chefs are all at it too
Mothers they die
Of a broken heart
When their babies are born
And taken away
Left with the scorn
Left with the sadness
Such nobility
Shorn of their glory
Unaspiringly

Look at the calf
It can hard stand sure
The auctioneer spouting
Who dares ignore
An In fact a miracle
A soul of the field
God made man wasted
He sad fate is sealed

Possibly caged up
A chain around his throat
Fed a weak slop
Nothing of note
Keep the flesh pink
And tender as hell
Veal is the objective
He will taste well

A sad forlorn baby
Missing his mum
Not allowed to walk far
Murdered a crumb
Of a life but its easy
Infanticide
So that carnivores scoff
The dead flesh with pride

I live in a world
Massively unfair
Carnivores eating
Young blood everywhere
Vampjres they eat all the offal as well
No pity no care
Straight out of Hell

The evil eye
Pointed at every one
Abusive and injurious
It will not feel the sun
On its back not a bit
In a cage in the dark
Scant respect
And neglect
Where they will park

This Poor little baby
Sold off just like that
Offhand and insulting
Thats where we are at
Despised by the farmer
Unflatteringly so
Gibing and mocking
And then they throw

The soul in the back
Of a wagon and drive
So golden age
Can it survive
The journey me thinks
Thrown about in the truck
Driven by a hand
Who does not give a fuck