Innocence personified
\nAn irreproachability
\nGuileless who would ever harm
\nA baby wee and Tragically
\nLies on the busy dusty street
\nWet still from it\u2019s afterbirth
\nIn the morning\u2019s rampant heat
\nA dishonesty of actual worth
\nFrom a farmer who would be
\ndamnable to a baby
\nEyes a glorious amber
\nWetter than before
\nShaking rather nervously
\nNo one could ignore
\nAn infant wanting comfort
\nNeeding milk to fight it\u2019s way
\nWanting to be loved and cared for
\nEvery single day
\nOne of life\u2019s Sweet miracles
\nMissing a parent so
\nWith all the indignation
\nThat ever now might grow
\nFarmers care for nothing
\nMales calves are a sin
\nThey only cost you money
\nWith no money coming in<\/p>\n
So they have to be got rid of
\nAnd leaving them in the street
\nHopeful they may die alone
\nWhere death will soon unseat
\nThe life force of existence
\nThis is a job we hear
\nFor animal aid unlimited
\nIt never was more clear
\nWithout, the street angels
\nThis life will soon be lost
\nAnd so they come
\nTheir ambulance
\nof course, it does cost
\nBut hearts and minds are present
\nIt\u2019s what the angels do
\nThey save lives every single day
\nOld ones yes and new<\/p>\n
\u201cDil\u201d mean heart in Hindi
\nAnd seeing him sitting there
\nOne look into his sweet eyes
\nAnd broken hearts despair
\nCollected and looked after
\nFed and given care
\nLoved and caressed those moments
\nFor hearts and souls to share
\nAs days passed \u201cDil\u201d got stronger
\nHe ran about at Play
\nLoved to frolic in the yard
\nWith the goats just loved the way
\nLife across the species was shared
\nAnd given hope
\nAs for the rotten farmers
\nThey should be hanging on a rope<\/p>\n
farmers bleeding everywhere
\nAre cruelly on the run
\nAlmost every male calf is murdered
\nIt is done
\nThis story comes from India
\nBut male
\nCalves everywhere
\nFeel the wrath of humanity
\nAnd die without a care.<\/p>\n
And there\u2019s even human beings
\nwho want to eat their meat
\nChained by the neck and fed on slops
\nYes it\u2019s got me beat
\nVEAL the flesh of infants
\nTortured all their days
\nOr their stomachs torn a\u2019sunder
\nFor the rennin it displays
\nSometimes the unborn baby
\nIs requested and then they.
\nkill the mother and the babe
\nFor the calf skin so to say
\nMurdering bastards everywhere
\nCalfskin wallets and bags
\nDouble murder and infanticide
\nFor the rich toffs and their hags<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Innocence personified An irreproachability Guileless who would ever harm A baby wee and Tragically Lies on the busy dusty street Wet still from it\u2019s afterbirth In the morning\u2019s rampant heat A dishonesty of actual worth From a farmer who would … Continue reading