Raped
\nYou ladies will understand
\nWhat its like to be
\nManhandled by some greasy
\nFarmhand
\nWho wants his way with me<\/p>\n
Who has a fist of semen
\nAnd pushes himself in me
\nRapes me with his rotten arm
\nWhich really shouldn’t be
\nAnd so thats it I am for it<\/p>\n
For 9 months give or take
\nI am carrying a baby
\nDaytime when I am awake
\nAnd all through each night
\nI know its there
\nAll the stress and strain
\nAnd this another baby
\nThat I have to have again<\/p>\n
So the great day it has cometh
\nI am sweating up a bit
\nOut there in a draughty barn
\nAnd I decide to sit
\nI can feel it getting restless
\nI can feel it deep inside
\nA life force my little baby
\nWho on me has relied<\/p>\n
I do hope all is well with him
\nIt is the mothers bond
\nYou just feel the ecstatic pleasure
\nIts something , you are fond
\nOf the ultimate experience
\nIts painful but you know
\nThat at the end of all this labour
\nA little soul with show<\/p>\n
Front hooves good and ready
\nThe violet pink new soul
\nSliding as I am pushing
\nHe knows his gentle role
\nFrom his mothers darkness
\nHer warmth her glowing night
\nHe falls into the waiting straw
\nBut I kicked up quite a fight<\/p>\n
And now he is lying panting
\nWet and covered in straw
\nA soft wee thing and to me does bring
\nHappiness galore
\nTo see one’s own sweet baby
\nHaving left and is just there
\nIs an experience that any mother
\nAnywhere can’t compare<\/p>\n
Its the spirit of euphoria
\nIts the epitome of soul
\nHis shallow voice
\nHe was my choice
\nI felt sore but another goal
\nScored in my existence
\nAnother baby born
\nAnd entering the world of life and light
\nUntil he is torn<\/p>\n
Rapidly away from me a skulking form
\nA man
\nWhat was the vile grim reaper
\nClearly it was his plan
\nTo rip the baby from me
\nAnd take it to a place
\nWhere it would be sent for slaughter
\ni would never see its face<\/p>\n
Never feel its heartbeat
\nNever feel its tongue
\nSupping on my milk supply
\nPermanently hung
\nBetween my back legs
\nWaiting the nutrition of the gods
\nHATHOR was our goddess
\nBut these fat greedy sods<\/p>\n
Who labour at the dairy
\nWho punch us when they can
\nWho kick us around our udder region
\nThey are never our fan
\nAnd this one has stolen my baby
\nDespite my constant lows
\nDespite my obvious sadness
\nAnd the stress that it does pose<\/p>\n
To be raped and then to carry
\nTo give birth and then to face
\nThe baby being kidnapped
\nThat is a disgrace
\nAnd to know really who stole him
\nAnd where he is going to go
\nTo the slaughterhouse
\nTo be murdered just so I can show
\nA full churn at the dairy
\nFor the human beings who
\nWant to eat the dairy ice
\nAnd the rich milk chocolate too<\/p>\n
Who want it on their cornflakes
\nOr for some reason in their tea
\nThey deny my little baby life
\nAnd so proud now they be
\nTo call themselves vegetarian
\nKillers of my calf
\nFor their cheese on toast
\nAnd their cheesecake most
\nNothing is done by half<\/p>\n
My baby was a glistening
\nWith the purest juice from me
\nBut he was carried out of there
\nAnd dumped accordingly
\nTo await the truck for market
\nThe great big abattoir
\nThose heavy doors those
\nGreat big jaws
\nFrom the farm its not so far<\/p>\n
Its where blood streams down the centre
\nLike a river so I am told
\nAnd where my baby will be killed
\nBefore he is very old
\nThey will cut his throat
\nNow kosher style
\nNo stunning sadly he
\nWill feel the absolute pain of passing
\nAnd in a while be free<\/p>\n
The rainbow bride could welcome him
\nAnd see him romp away
\nOnto a buttercup meadow
\nWhere, of course he will play
\nWith butterflies and song birds
\nAnd all that failed him here
\nThis the dairy industry
\nThe harbingers of fear<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Raped You ladies will understand What its like to be Manhandled by some greasy Farmhand Who wants his way with me Who has a fist of semen And pushes himself in me Rapes me with his rotten arm Which really … Continue reading