Expectancy was one thing
\nJoyfulness another
\nEssentiality was to be
\nThe order of each day
\nMy mother clearly loved me
\nIn her very special way<\/p>\n
By insemination
\nArtificially
\nRaped by some old farmers arm
\nWho was no visionary
\nJust a basic countryman
\nWorking on the land
\nWhose father taught him what to do
\nBut who didnt understand<\/p>\n
When I was born my mother cried
\nOur connectedness we felt
\nWe were constant and unchanging
\nFrom the cards that had been dealt
\nAt once a confrontation
\nThe rapist and ofcourse
\nMy mother bellowed loudly
\nAs they took me using force<\/p>\n
Dragged through the mud and slung me
\nIn a cage
\nShe was so dissenting
\nIn a bovine rage
\nIsolate our being
\nAbandon us alas
\nExclude us from our closeness
\nThe exercise felt crass<\/p>\n
A chain was fastened around my neck
\nIt cut into into my soul
\nI remember tasting blood that night
\nThe night we lost control
\nMy mother screamed her head
\nOff
\nlike some dark banshee
\nA phantom from some opera
\nAnd the sound just went through me<\/p>\n
I never saw my mother again
\nAnd as for me
\nThey wanted my stomach lining
\nThe rennin seemingly
\nOf course they also wanted the milk
\nThat mum prepared for me
\nTo sell it to the humans
\nReal sin chronicity<\/p>\n
I went off to the slaughterhouse
\nAnd was chained up for a while
\nI could hear The frantic chimes of death
\nTogether with the denial
\nThat comes out of the mouths of mothers
\nIn the superstore
\nBuying up the homogenised milk
\nThe pus filled enzyme store<\/p>\n
I was put to death a baby on the line
\nThroat slashed head bashed heart crashed
\nMy life was never mine
\nMy mother she was slaughtered too
\nThe bovine family they
\nAre only good for milk for you
\nTo drink cold everyday<\/p>\n
All the anti biotics the growth hormones
\nGalore
\nthe prozac and the rest of it
\nThe colourings and more
\nChilled right down and added to more chemicals
\nTo make
\nInto vanilla ice cream
\nAll of it a fake<\/p>\n
The vanilla from beaver anal glands
\nMore precious souls did die
\nCreation made the miracle
\nAnd the humans told their lie
\nSo much hate and torture
\nSo much agony
\nAnd its all done for the profit
\nAnd the wish to somehow be<\/p>\n
Overidingly stupid
\nCreating chaos where
\nOriginally there was order
\nBut now so much despair
\nSo many animals suffering
\nSo many children too
\nDeveloping animal cancers
\nI am sorry but its true<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Expectancy was one thing Joyfulness another Essentiality was to be The order of each day My mother clearly loved me In her very special way By insemination Artificially Raped by some old farmers arm Who was no visionary Just a … Continue reading