In plain sight
\nBut behind closed doors
\nAway,from the light
\nGiven due applause<\/p>\n
Imagining the emptiness
\nThe absence of the true
\nIs it groundless is it unfounded
\nUnimagined yes by you<\/p>\n
Bodiless and bloodless
\nIn a tenuous display
\nDressed up to look inviting
\nTo the ethos of the day<\/p>\n
Surrounded by the darkness
\nBy the devils that do ply
\nTo offer their grotesque demands
\nAnd virtually deny<\/p>\n
Death and its true intimacy
\nThe sophistry suggests
\nIs relevant and logical
\nPsychopathy invests<\/p>\n
A patriarchal flavour
\nUnseen by our tired eyes
\nArbitrary and unclassified
\nThough rooted in their lies<\/p>\n
Totally inappropriate
\nInapplicable may be
\nBut a consequence of their desire
\nTo create misogyny<\/p>\n
In plain sight but unseen of course
\nIncongruously
\nMore an isolated thought
\nOf what is actually<\/p>\n
Vile discrimination
\nNon conformity
\nNot dissimilar in many ways
\nTo the Dairy Industry<\/p>\n
Characterless and monotonous
\nA semblance of the real
\nA parallelism in regard
\nTo what some p, dare to
\nReveal<\/p>\n
The most primitive of prototypes
\nOn a collision course to where
\nIrreconcilability
\nBecomes our base despair<\/p>\n
The intrusion into privacy
\nTo a difference of degree
\nA distortion and a skewness
\nInto inequality<\/p>\n
An element of imperfection
\nAnd mediocrity
\nComplete subordination
\nA nonentity<\/p>\n
Disengaged from leadership
\nSequestered to the stalls
\nThe rape rack yes we are on track
\nFor this lot have no balls<\/p>\n
It becomes the herd mentality
\nThe anthropomorphism set
\nThe bond between the ungulate
\nThe adhesion that has let<\/p>\n
The cabal that believes
\nTheir place in life
\nDemands of course to be
\nSubjugating the female
\nFor all eternity<\/p>\n
And the ungulates
\nAre voiceless and the Dairy Industry
\nHas worked its magic in our brains
\nWith such maturity<\/p>\n
We believe the cows are our mothers
\nMany seem to feel
\nThe cows milk serves our babies
\nWhat the dairy does conceal<\/p>\n
Is the deaths of all the male calves
\nThe assemblage of guilt
\nIs put back to the buyer
\nNo not a drop is spilt<\/p>\n
Its used in every which way
\nRather than as designed
\nAnd we become part of the herd
\nAs we are wined and dined<\/p>\n
Ungulate bones ground in the wine
\nAnd boiled with confectionary
\nJellies every birthday
\nThat is where it be<\/p>\n
Our children are more cow like
\nTheir IQ constantly
\nIs lower than it ever was
\nIn this period we see<\/p>\n
Standards getting lower
\nA complete disharmony
\nAn unruliness an untidiness
\nAnd upheaval actually<\/p>\n
Its the female that is suffering
\nBeing unravelled by
\nThe circumstance of living
\nThe universal high<\/p>\n
There is no “me” time anymore
\nIts been arranged that way
\nWe are ungraded and unsorted
\nIn such disarray<\/p>\n
Really so uncoordinated
\nThe family not as one
\nHelter-skelter higgledy-piggledy
\nWhen the day is done<\/p>\n
And violence trickles into
\nThe family scene today
\nIts in our very marrow
\nIts like we now decay<\/p>\n
Because of MANipulation
\nSo disorientated now
\nAnd the hooks and rakes
\nAre used on us
\nAs they are on the cow<\/p>\n
The herd was made to highlight
\nThe darkness at our backs
\nHow many of us mother
\nAnd are party to attacks<\/p>\n
How many of us suffer
\nOur shades perhaps may tell
\nBehind those darkened glasses
\nThe aggression of hell<\/p>\n
We are raped and we are expected
\nTo give despite our pain
\nWe are often chattels to the brutes
\nHalf drunken and insane<\/p>\n
Manhandled bruised and suffering
\nBecause we took the vows
\nOur contract is to satisfy
\nWe have become like cows<\/p>\n
And lets observe the MENtality
\nThe rape rack every farm
\nInstalls this piece of equipment
\nAnd each female remains calm<\/p>\n
Whilst a man performs so unthinkingly
\nAnd females come to harm
\nThe endlessness is prevalent
\nThe monotony routine
\nUsed and abused for profit
\nNo more, than a machine<\/p>\n
A baby housing facility
\nTo continually be
\nAbused by all and sundry
\nAnd, so physically<\/p>\n
Given to frustration
\nBeaten down and made
\nSubservient in every way
\nEven as our head is laid<\/p>\n
Upon the straw of consequence
\nDespite whatever urge
\nYour heartfelt true emotions
\nHormonally they merge<\/p>\n
On a confluence of interest
\nInevitably to surge
\nOut into depravity
\nWhere once again they purge<\/p>\n
Your being your unseeing
\nThe aeonian desire
\nTo feel true love for ever
\nIn an immortal fire<\/p>\n
Of caring and of sharing
\nNot of lust for what you possess
\nThe priority to plant the seed
\nAnd have no want for less<\/p>\n
The cycle and the kidnap
\nAnd the inevitability
\nOf slaughter of the slamming gates
\nOf never being free<\/p>\n
To dream sweet dreams of being
\nLoved by some ones soul
\nInstead its to the slaughter house
\nWhere again they take control<\/p>\n
You have no cause to resist them
\nIts the patriarchal close
\nDeath comes with his sickle
\nTruthfully to pose<\/p>\n
Hangs you upside down he does
\nOn his bloody chain
\nAnd cuts your throat
\nAnd bleeds you out
\nAnd makes you feel his pain<\/p>\n
You still can see that bastard
\nWith his bloodied trousers red
\nThere’s a heart beating inside somewhere
\nSoon you will be dead<\/p>\n
And cut up and on pristine trays
\nAnd females no doubt still
\nSelect a piece they never cease
\nTo amaze you and they never will<\/p>\n
We are all part of the herd in fact
\nWomen of the world
\nWe may not be chained in rotten stalls
\nBut in their world we are hurled<\/p>\n
The destiny of darkness
\nThe deliberation calls
\nTo have entered this incarnation
\nAnd been unloved appals<\/p>\n
Each cow that goes to slaughter
\nThe endless conveyor belt
\nIt is complete destruction
\nThat was how I felt<\/p>\n
Kneeling in the Summer lands
\nWith the one soul that I found
\nAnd loved and will love forever
\nOn this hallowed ground<\/p>\n
Inspired by the Herd
\nWritten by Ed Pope
\nDirected by Melanie Light<\/p>\n
j have written over 300 poems on the Dairy Industry and on female animals and this film is one horror film that is real
\nIn so many ways<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In plain sight But behind closed doors Away,from the light Given due applause Imagining the emptiness The absence of the true Is it groundless is it unfounded Unimagined yes by you Bodiless and bloodless In a tenuous display Dressed up … Continue reading