What I had to go through<\/p>\n
its just too much to say<\/p>\n
10,000 of us in these stalls<\/p>\n
and many pass away<\/p>\n
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the anguish and the torment<\/p>\n
the sorrow and the grief<\/p>\n
the mournfulness and sadness<\/p>\n
it is beyond belief<\/p>\n
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we are little babies<\/p>\n
prostrate maybe so<\/p>\n
lying curled up in a truck<\/p>\n
we have no place to go<\/p>\n
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the men are outside<\/p>\n
swearing<\/p>\n
swinging axes high<\/p>\n
some are carrying hammers<\/p>\n
I think we are going to die<\/p>\n
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we have some uneasiness<\/p>\n
the burden is too much<\/p>\n
we are being made a scapegoat<\/p>\n
some seem out of touch<\/p>\n
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have they no compassion<\/p>\n
downtrodden we are so<\/p>\n
woebegone and desperate<\/p>\n
and no one wants to know<\/p>\n
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as long as they have their yoghurt’s<\/p>\n
with fruit and sugar they<\/p>\n
couldn’t care a monkeys<\/p>\n
what happens any day<\/p>\n
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we are really mortified<\/p>\n
that human children do<\/p>\n
not think one iota about us<\/p>\n
for it is \u00a0sadly true<\/p>\n
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we are little children<\/p>\n
of ungulates and we<\/p>\n
need their help<\/p>\n
need them saying<\/p>\n
it should never be<\/p>\n
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the dairy milk is for the cows<\/p>\n
not for us mother, we<\/p>\n
need to buy another type of yoghurt<\/p>\n
actually<\/p>\n
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it really is unpleasant to see<\/p>\n
these men around<\/p>\n
they are so very odious<\/p>\n
and deformed that’s what I’ve found<\/p>\n
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the tailgate suddenly slips a bolt<\/p>\n
and they are on us, they<\/p>\n
are beating us with hammers<\/p>\n
and a pick axe too today<\/p>\n
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the pain my head is broken<\/p>\n
I cannot see my eye<\/p>\n
is bleeding I’m receding<\/p>\n
now just where I lie<\/p>\n
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and all the other calves<\/p>\n
I knew all of them now die<\/p>\n
beaten to submission<\/p>\n
its best then to lie<\/p>\n
still<\/p>\n
if you start the kicking phase<\/p>\n
they bash you till you will<\/p>\n
lie still for thats their reason<\/p>\n
to stop the beating game<\/p>\n
the agony I am feeling<\/p>\n
I have never felt the same<\/p>\n
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as calves we get such treatment<\/p>\n
we are babies after all<\/p>\n
these farmers do not care for us<\/p>\n
they drive us to the wall<\/p>\n
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they murder us now daily<\/p>\n
we don’t stand a chance<\/p>\n
nobody now loves us<\/p>\n
we don’t get a second glance<\/p>\n
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your children eat their yoghurt’s<\/p>\n
their little cheeses too<\/p>\n
its milk in drinking chocolate<\/p>\n
and in the chocolate too<\/p>\n
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us calves will never see the light<\/p>\n
of day<\/p>\n
never again<\/p>\n
all the while your children<\/p>\n
are party to our pain<\/p>\n
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What I had to go through its just too much to say 10,000 of us in these stalls and many pass away the anguish and the torment the sorrow and the grief the mournfulness and sadness it is beyond … Continue reading