Ungulate Milk

The process of thinking
Should have by now
Made us realise
That our mum’s not a cow
That she is a human
And breast fed us too
Well some of us
Others drank cows milk
We do
Clearly lose sight
Of the thought process here
A cow is an ungulate
Really its clear
Four legs, a tail
Stands in a field
Chomping on grass
Which increases its yield

That is in lala land
Cows in the fields
Now they are kept in vast sheds
That we build
Genetically modified
Raped every year
Permanently pregnant
That becomes clear

Females in cow land
Are raped in a rack
Made pregnant with Bull sperm
Its like an attack
They carry the calf
And the larcenous creeps
Nick all their milk
For the yea human peeps

If the calf when its born
Becomes a male
A sad little story
A pitiful tale
Off to the slaughterhouse
Thats what they do
Kidnapped from mummy
I promise its true

If its a female
It might be veal
Taken from mummy
And that does reveal
Sadness and woefulness
Some mothers cry
When their baby is kidnapped
You want to know why

Because mothers love their calves
And well yea they know
They want to feed them
Breast feed them
They grow
Stronger with mums milk
But sadly today
Humans are cows
And cows melt away

Be wary of Dairy
The cruelty there
Is frighteningly terrible
And it does scare
Anyone drinking it
And realising they
Are stealing the cows food
Every day

Its true, cows are beautiful
Thoughtful and kind
But my mummy looked different
Seems people are blind
She lived in the house
Not in some barn
Not out in the fields
And this isnt some yarn

All these years kids are told
Drinking milk makes you strong
Our eyes ought to tell us
Really how wrong
It is to get down on a cow
In a field
Near its bum
and swishing tail
But the flies tbere revealed

That the dairyman’s cruel
He has strange ideas
Murdering babies
Observing their tears
Their given chemicals
Every day
The poor souls they suffer
The Glyphosate way

Mindlessness its like
A sickness you know
We all sold our thinking caps
Our psyche will show
Each intelligence quotient
Each consciousness stream
Our inner calf
Was the inner scream

It woke us at night
All the slaughterhouse cries
Of the male cows strung up
Their small bulging eyes
Their mothers soon lame
Dragged by fork lift
Females abused
That was the gift

Ungulate milks
Made into cheese
Casein and lactose
Created to please
Cows live some twenty years
Humans a bit more
So drink up the milk
And go shit on the floor