Why don’t you feel guilty?
\nWhy now don’t you care
\nI was born just yesterday
\nAren’t you lot aware
\nBecause you want my milk
\nI was taken away
\nMy mother is crying
\nher heart out today<\/p>\n
She carried me for 9 months
\nDid it Frantically
\nAnd when I was born
\nThat selfish farmer
\nYes then I was torn<\/p>\n
Thrown in a pen on the same day
\nOn the fourth thrown into a truck
\nLook in my eyes for goodness sake
\nYou don’t give a fuck!<\/p>\n
The men they are wearing cowboy hats
\nThey manhandle us and kick
\nProd us with electric rods
\nThat pain makes us feel sick<\/p>\n
Of course you want your yoghurt
\nOf course you need your cream
\nYou just love your custard
\nSo it now does seem<\/p>\n
My mum laments
\nShe weeps and wails
\nWhat they do is
\nPull our tails<\/p>\n
Kick and punch us
\nSo much woe
\nOur mothers loved us
\nWhich you don’t know<\/p>\n
Humans are vile
\nHumans are sick
\nHumans kill babies
\nWe get so much stick<\/p>\n
The dairies are wicked
\nHeartless and vile
\nIt’s all about profit
\nNothing about style<\/p>\n
Odious and loathsome
\nSullen and sad
\nMisbegotten and ghastly
\nAnd thoroughly bad<\/p>\n
You are bizarre
\nNo better than trolls
\nCraven and spiritless
\nYou are lost souls<\/p>\n
Passionless uninvolved
\nRevolting fools
\nGorged on our milk
\nYou break all the rules<\/p>\n
We are now sliding
\nDown the slaughter chute
\nAnd will face the terror
\nFor us the end route<\/p>\n
The bloody dairies
\nThey don’t care a damn
\nThe supermarkets
\nThey can’t wait to cram<\/p>\n
All sorts of bottles
\nAll sorts of pots
\nMousses and creme fresh
\nAnd you just scoff lots<\/p>\n
We are superfluous
\nWaste for the bin
\nAnd the sounds of the slaughterhouse
\nWe cannot begin<\/p>\n
To hope we can escape
\nJust run away
\nTry to find our mothers
\nLive another day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Why don’t you feel guilty? Why now don’t you care I was born just yesterday Aren’t you lot aware Because you want my milk I was taken away My mother is crying her heart out today She carried me for … Continue reading