Healthy cows
\nThe journey beckons
\nLithuania farewell
\nWe are going off to Israel
\nIs it Paradise or Hell?<\/p>\n
A box known yes as a container
\nA lot of us
\nFree standing there
\nEvery movement every roll
\nIncreases our despair<\/p>\n
Fighting hard to just stay upright
\nBeing squashed against the wall
\nThe rise and fall
\nof the ocean waves
\nAnd obviously some of us fall<\/p>\n
all of us are very heavy thrown together
\nAnd thats not all
\nIn a ever frightened state
\nSome now try to crawl<\/p>\n
Broken bones and lacerations
\nsprains and deaths too
\nLittle food
\nTroughs now of just putrid water
\nClearly we are screwed<\/p>\n
Weakness due to lack of fresh air
\nLack of food and so much stress
\nCaked in feces all were wounded
\nAnd in a frightful mess<\/p>\n
No headspace and the air so fetid
\nHot and stinky everywhere
\nThrown about and shat upon
\nVomiting and much despair<\/p>\n
Crushed and bleeding fast recalling
\nLife before we joined the throng
\nSome of us had expectations
\nFor how our farm was all along<\/p>\n
They were cruel the farmers feeding
\nMost of them An ugly bunch
\nWith animals always so angry
\nAlways shouting and some would punch<\/p>\n
Us constantly they\u2019d bruise our udders
\nThe soreness made some cry
\nEveryday they beat us up
\nWe never knew quite why<\/p>\n
We had heard Israel was a nice place
\nLand of milk and honey where
\nThough anywhere would have been better
\nThan our farm where they failed to care<\/p>\n
But this vile voyage of hot and bluster
\nMuscles aching skin chafed raw
\nNot an inch to move in really
\nJust lying sickly on the floor<\/p>\n
Moaning groaning shuddering crying
\nSuffocating masked in woe
\nTen whole days of shift and shudder
\nBroken legs from the two and fro<\/p>\n
Head down try to escape to corners
\nCrushed and bleeding puked upon
\nHell on Earth a place of violence
\nSome best friends already gone<\/p>\n
Israel, the great doors opened
\nSaw the light and once again
\nSubjected to more monsters screaming
\nAnd alas to lots more pain<\/p>\n
At least a half of us had perished
\nWelcomed HATHOR and had died
\nMany of us tangled limbs
\nComforted perhaps beside<\/p>\n
God of gods
\nI was lame and bleeding
\nMore bashing from these Jewish sods
\nClearly Israel was no better
\nAnother place devoid of gods<\/p>\n
Forcing us to stand and walk
\nThe floor was slippery and we
\nWere smarting from the urine seeping
\nInto wounds and constantly<\/p>\n
Felt their wrath much more horrid
\nThey dragged us out and made us stand
\nIn the sunlight it was burning
\nWho was it really who had planned<\/p>\n
Such a bloody expedition
\nThe EU operation poor
\nWaiting up at various borders
\nAnd of course they just ignore<\/p>\n
Our cries our bleating and our anguish
\nIt turns out Israel wasn\u2019t where
\nWe were bound for it was Croatia
\nAnd by that time we didn\u2019t care<\/p>\n
Any respect had gone forever
\nDuty of care not one jot
\nAll their frustrations
\nWe took squarely
\nAnd more punches of course we got<\/p>\n
There was a principle of evil
\nA loss of innocence for sure
\nDegenerates without a thought
\nOur obvious pain they did ignore<\/p>\n
Miscreants some really vicious
\nGood for nothing graceless louts
\nPossibly they were all knackered
\nWe were left though without doubts<\/p>\n
They indulged themselves
\nNO sanctity
\nTo speak of not at all
\nThe chains were out
\nAnd once again I was against a wall<\/p>\n
A bloody wall it smelled of death
\nHanging there I knew
\nThis iniquity I could break free
\nThe short straw We all drew<\/p>\n
The blade was filthy dirty
\nIt wasn\u2019t sharp at all
\nThey sawed my neck the agony
\nHATHOR I did call<\/p>\n
Upon in those last seconds
\nThe fields of long ago
\nThe grass and that warm sunshine
\nAnd the wildflowers I loved so
\nThe farmers wife who had been kind
\nAnd her daughter too
\nI saw my mother\u2019s face
\nAnd then just darkness good and true<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Healthy cows The journey beckons Lithuania farewell We are going off to Israel Is it Paradise or Hell? A box known yes as a container A lot of us Free standing there Every movement every roll Increases our despair Fighting … Continue reading