Undisciplined and unruly
\nThe tempestuous affair
\nViolent and anarchial
\nA melee where dispair
\nComes from all directions
\nThe dairy farmers who
\nWork their charges
\nLike machines
\nWith a Heartless
\nNasty crew<\/p>\n
Muddled and chaotic
\nCalamitous and wrong
\nIn this rotten day and age
\nSuch places dont belong
\nWhere profit is the focal point
\nAnd margins are the thing
\nCorporations rule the roost
\nAnd to the market bring<\/p>\n
An assemblage of unceasing
\nPain
\nAnd a generality
\nEthics they were filed away
\nIts multiplicity
\nIts balance sheets
\nAnd green wash
\nIts what the masses need
\nIts shit wrapped up in damask
\nWhere Behind facades all bleed<\/p>\n
A farm the glorious sunshine
\nAspected everywhere
\nGreener grass has come to pass
\nAnd animals that share
\nParadise together
\nAnd advertising dream
\nThat appears on every carton
\nIn an ever lasting stream<\/p>\n
And then there is reality
\nBehind those wooden gates
\nThose rustic bricks
\nA prison where some of our mates
\nThe female cows the female pigs
\nLanguish everyday
\nIncarnated into HELL On earth
\nSo look the other way<\/p>\n
Where agony is endless
\nWhere torture is the thing
\nConstant and continual
\nThis is how they bring
\nTheir prices into market
\nBut the everlasting way
\nOf denying all compassion
\nIn our never ending day<\/p>\n
Inopportuneness its what they are
\nGetting
\nThere is no petting here
\nIts untimely and its untoward
\nA place where so much fear
\nIs generated daily
\nIt is infact routine
\nProtracted and uninterrupted
\nAnd bloody well obscene<\/p>\n
Defencelessness you feel it
\nMisogyny is rife
\nA female in the dairy world
\nIs so much massive strife
\nThere is a vile narcosis
\nFrom the staff who run the show
\nThe stress is unbelievable
\nThus I want you to know<\/p>\n
Just what each female cow goes through
\nDrugged up and disabled she
\nWill be forced to give her life away
\nA life of misery
\nExistence of a lower form
\nA clapped out dead beat clown
\nThwarted stamped on shell shocked
\nAnd always written down<\/p>\n
The cruelty is in their face
\nVulnerability
\nIts what happens to each one
\nInstability
\nProduction is a keyword
\nThe milk output must be
\nMassive its what guarantees
\nSurvivability<\/p>\n
They need their fancy ice creams
\nEvery single drop
\nAnd violence comes at every turn
\nRough handling they strop
\nAnd moan and scream expletives
\nAnd kick and cause uproar
\nJust to get the females walking
\nAnd, giving them more<\/p>\n
Crammed together suffering
\nNo grass fields anymore
\nIts just miles of concrete
\nAnd walls and zones galore
\nAmorphous and chaotic
\nDesigned to thus create
\nA moral insensibility
\nInside the wooden gate<\/p>\n
Burning searing stabbing.
\nThrobbing tender raw
\nBruises every which way
\nHeartaches more and more
\nMartyrs in their spotlight
\nStone cold charity
\nFilthy dirty water
\nWith a stench of fetidity<\/p>\n
They spray their scalding water
\nRight into our face
\nThe reason that they do that
\nIs to increase the pace
\nWe walk at on our crippled legs
\nWe are scalded everyday
\nIts a really unkind thing to do
\nBut it happens anyway<\/p>\n
They kick us with such venom
\nIn our udders too
\nTo try to explain the agony
\nYou wont believe its true
\nBut sleeping becomes impossible
\nThe rigour and the strain
\nAnd then getting milked on top of this
\nAnd again and again and again<\/p>\n
Suffering the constancy
\nWhen shadows come and go
\nIn our sunless prison cells
\nThe, unlighted glow
\nOf horror in our being
\nOf terror in our soul
\nOf fear that drives us crazy
\nAnd then bleeding takes its toll<\/p>\n
Being raped like crazy
\nAnd being made to lay
\nOn the coldest concrete
\nIt isnt any way
\nFor any would be mother
\nTo suffer as we do
\nAnd then to have our babies
\nKidnapped as ofcourse they do<\/p>\n
We cannot understand it
\nHow human beings feel
\nThe need to drink our babies milk
\nHow can that be real
\nWe are four legged ungulates
\nSo alien to you
\nBut you nurture your offspring
\nWith our offsprings milk
\nIts true<\/p>\n
Creation never wanted this
\nWheres your mentality
\nWhat happened to your reasoning power
\nAnd your philosophy
\nWe are a bovine species
\nFar removed from you
\nYet you believe the dairies
\nAnd let them accrue
\nvast profits from our torture
\nOur suffering,our pain
\nThe way they burn our horns off
\nAnd they affect our brain
\nMelt our skulls and cause us
\nUnquantifiable agony
\nI remember it took months and months
\nTo forget and then to free<\/p>\n
Myself from holding my head
\nThe rway I had to because of the pain
\nHow i stood and stayed awake all night
\nHow I almost went insane
\nRaped and milked and raped and milked
\nAnd beaten every day
\nAnd when i couldnt walk a step
\nI was pushed out of the way<\/p>\n
By the tractor my skin scratching
\nWounded bleeding I
\nWas made lame by your exertions
\nYou couldnt hear me cry
\nOh no you carried on kicking me
\nDespite my bleeding back
\nI became a victim
\nof your constant attack<\/p>\n
And what would be my destiny
\nLow grade beef maybe
\nDowners tortured all their lives
\nEach hour straight misery
\nAnd when we cannot walk no more
\nWe are shoved into a truck
\nAnd taken to the slaughterhouse
\nWhere no one gives a fuck<\/p>\n
Thats the dairy industry
\nThoughtless to a tee
\nI cant abide the bastards
\nWho made out they cared for me
\nTheir brainlessness and mindlessness
\nWas wanting more and more
\nEvery single hour i was alive
\nIt was a war<\/p>\n
We were all experiments
\nSo many pills each day
\nHormones and antibiotics
\nThey really made us pay
\nThey pervert and they mispresent
\nDietary power
\nIts all contradictory
\nSophistry gone sour<\/p>\n
And this what they are using
\nIn your fine ice creams
\nAll the brands now in your hands
\nAnd all of those so called dreams
\nKarmic melancholia
\nInsularity
\nSo fallible so gullible
\nSo discriminatory<\/p>\n
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