Gloucestershire
\nSo close to home
\nDistress no less
\nNo where to roam<\/p>\n
Farewell mother
\nMother dear
\nIn created kennels
\nWe appear<\/p>\n
Tagged ears the pain
\nWe cry alone
\nStanding still
\nOur buckets blown<\/p>\n
Upside down
\nBy wind and rain
\nWe are lost
\nNothing to gain<\/p>\n
From this life sadly
\nNothing at all
\nNobody out there
\nHears our call<\/p>\n
Raised for veal
\nOn milky slop
\nSooner or later
\nFor the chop<\/p>\n
Tortured babies
\nTortured so
\nFor tender flesh
\nDidn’t you know?<\/p>\n
We are crying
\nevery day
\nWaiting for
\nour time to pray<\/p>\n
So you can eat us
\nThat we know
\nThis diet makes our muscles
\nWeak
\nFor it’s tenderness
\nthat you all seek<\/p>\n
We fill your guts with such desire
\nWe fill your hearts with added fire
\nWe spill our guts into your stew
\nWe add to your confusion too<\/p>\n
Tormented calves
\nyou call us veal
\nAnd Christ help you
\nFor the way we feel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Gloucestershire So close to home Distress no less No where to roam Farewell mother Mother dear In created kennels We appear Tagged ears the pain We cry alone Standing still Our buckets blown Upside down By wind and rain We … Continue reading