Escape from the slaughterhouse truck

Struggling panting making a noise
A truck load of victims
Lacking any poise
Frantic abuse to be loose
In the street
To leap from a height
Down onto sore feet
Few people care
Even less see
A cow is a mother
Who can she be
Where are her offspring
She cannot hear
Anyone crying
For with the fear
She holds in her heart
And deep in her soul
She leaps onto the high way
She’s back in control.