Imagine, living in a massive feed lot,
And man decides your time on Earth must end
We’re all crammed into a living breathing sardine can environment
And transported to the slaughterhouse,
a friend
of mine, is likely to now not be able
To lift herself, up when we all arrive
Transported without water, in what is a sweaty oven
Many now around me, won’t survive
When exhaustion sets in
many slump and stay there
With spirits broken,
then those over sized,
brutes use ropes to pull us out
or poke us up the rectum
tragically we’re being compromised
Its physical and mental abject torture
our throats are slit
and life then ebbs away
We remember our 5 years of life
just as we feel that awful knife
of our calves,
and all that milk YOU stole each day.
With the little breath left I just want to ask you
you milk drinkers, you humans, what’s it for
the milk that I was making was my calf
not for human beings and what’s more
stupid,than to think that milk for baby calves
Has suitable nutrition, you ignore
our babes must grow and must manage for themselves
It makes no sense, converting feed to milk to feed our calves
And have you steal it from us ensuring our babe starves
As a mother, just imagine what you human beings do
For when our milk production slows
You then transport us, too
Hell, no food, no love, no care
Sentient you are sentient, where?
slaughtering us, when we’re still young
but worn out, on the lowest rung of
Life, I have to say today
That karma is, coming your way
Your arteries watch for the plaque
Your heart is clogged, your aura’s dark
Its not revenge its a premonition
so what about improving your condition