Affection is is what babies need
\nThe dairy though creates
\nAn evil and place of suffering
\nBehind its noxious gates
\nOf such insensibility
\nRun by the unconscious who
\nProvide such ugly suffering
\nAnd an agony thats true
\nTheir life is one long pained ordeal
\nWith most now clueless to<\/p>\n
Those calves they have no mother
\nNo friends abandoned they
\nThey are never safe
\nNo one loves them
\nEach hour brings more dismay
\nThe dairy workers are all shits
\nAllowing thus to be
\nHow they earn their money
\nFor its not how it should be<\/p>\n
Whether veal or dairy
\nOr rennin for the cheese
\nThese animals are butchered
\nThe sane fall on their knees
\nCrying out loud to their gods
\nHoping they will appease
\nBut there can be no forgiveness
\nFor this shattering cruelty
\nAll dairies are so scandalous
\nWhy this misery<\/p>\n
Kidnapped from their mothers
\nThat bond is severed by
\nThe ugliness of the Dairy
\nWho will not hear them cry
\nDrunken on the profits
\nSeeing only one
\nThing the bloody bottom line
\nGood thoughts they just have none<\/p>\n
The calves may lick each other
\nA kind of love and care
\nTasting and not wasting
\nTheir lasting which they share
\nThe comfort and the solace
\nThe angst the gravity
\nBeing so thoroughly joyless
\nIn a state of depravity<\/p>\n
So you the unconscious human
\nCan shuffle to the store
\nAnd buy your wretched white veal
\nAnd scoff it more and more
\nOr is it milk and cream and yoghurt
\nIs that the stuff you eat
\nOr the stomach of a one week calf
\nFor the rennet of the elite<\/p>\n
For the Cheese Boards of the toffs
\nOf the so called ploughman’s they
\nLike their milky goodness
\nand the pickle of the day
\nThe weeping and the wailing
\nOf the babies in their stall
\nChaining up by the neck they are
\nChafed so as a rule<\/p>\n
Absolutely sore and bleeding
\nThey cannot move an inch
\nLook at their doleful faces
\nIts pathetic every pinch
\nMoan groan sigh and blubber
\nSnivel whimper whine
\nAnd all so we can scoff our kefir
\nSomewhere down the line<\/p>\n
The calf they get no milk from mum
\nUnless they will be veal
\nThen its sloppy milky shit
\nThat will of course conceal
\nThe antibiotics the other crap
\nIts what the dairy does
\nTotally uninspired they are
\nNot even a buzz<\/p>\n
Can be heard inside this evil place
\nThese smelly stalls so small
\nHideously designed to harm
\nOr even hear the call
\nIts loathsome to imagine
\nThe unprepossessing way
\nThat Farmers make their profit
\nAnd just go on their way<\/p>\n
The beauty of each baby
\nIs wasted and is led
\nScreaming to the slaughterhouse
\nMany underfed
\nVulgar such a life of comfortless despair
\nFull of mortal terror
\nAnd the fear thats always there<\/p>\n
The dread of this existence
\nThe abject want of fear
\nHaunted and terror ridden
\nNothing is now clear
\nSo much indiscretion
\nAnd indifference alas
\nAnd kept in shitty conditions
\nIn what is a vast morass<\/p>\n
The dairy and the veal yards
\nThe babies they lament
\nBut they keep their reputation
\nAs if they were heaven sent
\nThey are a bunch of swindlers
\nOf criminals galore
\nThey are a cruel and nasty lot
\nAnd I have to ask what for<\/p>\n
For the milk of human kindness
\nFor cadbury’s and the rest
\nAll that pain and suffering
\nOf course I do detest
\nAnd the holier than thou
\nVegetarians
\nWho sup upon the teat
\nAnd scoff the babies stomach
\nOn the rarebit that they eat<\/p>\n
Don’t humiliate my spirit
\nWith your condescending stance
\nBlushed and crushed and looking flushed
\nWe do not stand a chance
\nCausing so much cruelty
\nTo babies to baby cows
\nAnd to their darling mothers
\nWho so lament for hours<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Affection is is what babies need The dairy though creates An evil and place of suffering Behind its noxious gates Of such insensibility Run by the unconscious who Provide such ugly suffering And an agony thats true Their life is … Continue reading