I want you to try
\nAn imagine our pain
\nWe are babies for goodness sake
\nLittle to gain
\nWe have horn growth
\nSome of us a year old
\nSo we
\nAccording to farmers
\nWho dont want to see
\nHorns so they
\nBurn them
\nOff
\nHeartlessly they
\nWont give us painkillers
\nBecause they all say
\nThat would be taking the fun
\nOut of it
\nThey derive pleasure
\nFrom all of this shit<\/p>\n
From burning the tops of our heads
\nTo the bone
\nIts so agonizing
\nWe are alone
\nChained to a wall
\nNo where to go
\nAnd this smelly old human
\nIs hurting us so
\nSwearing and chuckling
\nAll of the time
\nTorturing us
\nOfcourse we want to climb
\nOut of his clutches
\nIts awful the pain
\nThe burning
\nThe charring
\nIt is insane<\/p>\n
Their relentlessness
\nWorsens as heifers our horns
\nAre bigger
\nWe tell them
\nBut it never dawns
\nOn them
\nThey are so pitilesss
\nThey turn a deaf ear
\nInfact they seem happy
\nWhen we cry a tear<\/p>\n
We bleed and we blister
\nTormented are we
\nWe cry out to all of you
\nAbandoned we be
\nAching maltreated
\nWounded our soul
\nAngst-ridden terror
\nAs they take control<\/p>\n
I am crying out loudly
\nMy head in a vice
\nFeeling wholly accursed
\nIts not done in a trice
\nUndergoing such evil
\nWe writhe and we squirm
\nWriggle and flinch
\nAnd its later the worm
\nTurns when it blisters
\nAnd suppurates so
\nFesters, our heads ache
\nAnd at night it does grow<\/p>\n
We suffer in silence
\nIntolerable pain
\nSometimes it ulcerates
\nLife seems invain
\nWhy do they torture us
\nWhat have we done
\nAnd why admit
\nThat our pain is such fun
\nthe dairy industry
\nHow on earth can
\nThey be allowed purpose
\nWhen this is the plan
\nTo openly harm us
\nTo burn us and see
\nThe festering wounds
\nHow can this be<\/p>\n
Life could be joyful
\nJust being alive
\nSharing the day and the night
\nTo survive
\nIn these concrete cells
\nBeaten each day
\nKicked our tails pulled
\nHow can this be the way
\nBut it is in Wisconsin
\nWhere frustrated fools
\nWith repulsive habits
\nAct more like trolls
\nHonest we are innocent
\nWe never complain
\nYet they beat us and kick us
\nAnd Just do it again.<\/p>\n
I am a hopeless case
\nMy head is sore
\nAlways fearing the worst
\nThe agony raw
\nIll omened and ominous
\nWhat can we do
\nWhere can we go
\nAll clueless too
\nThe fear and the dread
\nThe intimidation
\nThey give us the creeps
\nThere is no salvation
\nSpasm and horror
\nPanic and more
\nIt feels very much
\nAs a lifetime of war<\/p>\n
Somebody out there
\nHear us today
\nThe hatred the prejudice
\nTake it away
\nWe shiver we stutter
\nWe shudder we quake
\nPlease come and rescue
\nFor all our sake<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want you to try An imagine our pain We are babies for goodness sake Little to gain We have horn growth Some of us a year old So we According to farmers Who dont want to see Horns so … Continue reading