A cow
\nA female clearly she
\nRacked with fear
\nFor her life was key
\nClearly she waits
\nReluctantly<\/p>\n
An abattoir
\nRope on her horns
\nPulled onto
\nHer crown of thorns
\nThe end is near
\nThe lights go out
\nBleeding
\nWe are left in little doubt<\/p>\n
Soon alas she will be no more
\nLifted and lost
\nAnd feeling sore
\nA cow
\nA female clearly she
\nnot where she would have chosen to be<\/p>\n
A juicy steak
\nIn a griddle bar
\nor a rolling curry
\nA dish too far<\/p>\n
A Crispy sausage
\nIn a toasted bap
\nWith loads of mustard
\nThat people slap<\/p>\n
A cow a female
\nClearly she
\nWas racked with fear
\nAnd uncertainty<\/p>\n
Sacrificed for the carnivores
\nWhose guts have seen
\nA thousands wars
\nWho will die in agony and pain
\nWith arteries clogged
\nBy her disdain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A cow A female clearly she Racked with fear For her life was key Clearly she waits Reluctantly An abattoir Rope on her horns Pulled onto Her crown of thorns The end is near The lights go out Bleeding We … Continue reading