Here I am
\nI’m black and white
\na baby
\nmooing day and night
\n“where’s my mummy”?
\n“where is she”
\nout of ear shot
\ntragically<\/p>\n
in a cage
\nwhy in a cage?
\non a truck
\nwhy on a truck
\nkicked and beaten
\nwhat the f–k!
\nI am lame
\nwrenched by my tail
\nwhere’s my mummy
\nYes I’m male<\/p>\n
I am a boy
\nbut still so small
\nin the truck a final call
\nlots of others
\nwith me here
\nI’ve had no food
\nI can smell fear
\nIt permeates
\nmy every hour
\nas in this shed now
\nI do cower<\/p>\n
30 hours no food at all
\nAustralia
\nNo one hears my call
\nled into the crushing stall
\nand nothing left of me at all<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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