The unworldliness and innocence
\nSuch incorruptibility
\nGuiltlessness and undefiled
\nUnblemished impeccability
\nA baby born a mothers care
\nRewarded for she is not there
\nRemoved at once taken away
\nKidnapped from her world today
\nA harmlessness and heart of gold
\nAn amiability that\u2019s sold
\nTo the highest bidder who
\nProbably isn\u2019t me or you
\nNeither goodness mercy or charity
\nAnd not an ounce of empathy
\nThe worst intentions the enmity
\nAre guaranteed sadly to be<\/p>\n
The lot of calves a true affliction
\nHardly any benediction
\nSpitefulness plenty of that
\nCallousness where they are at
\nTorn away from their mothers side
\nThe purest love they are denied
\nLack of concern and real foul play
\nBecomes and outrage day on day
\nNo nutrition none at all
\nThe milk is taken as a rule
\nCalves are unwanted babies who
\nCan go to hell sadly that\u2019s true
\nNo blandishments no motherly love
\nThe celebration from above
\nThe state of wonder to be alive
\nWondering how you did survive<\/p>\n
and now pulled off And on your own
\nYour Mother you can hear her groan
\nHer indignity her lowing tones
\nAnd the farmers haughtiness your bones
\nWeak and painful from how they threw
\nYou across the barn their anger true
\nTheir audacity and flagrancy
\nSuch brass neck awful tyranny
\nThey look at you not as a soul
\nA living miracle with a role
\nTo play in life but something who
\nCould provide some rennet or could do
\nVeal and ham pie, or the dogs tea
\nTragically no permanency
\nDisrespected from day one
\nThe brazen faced that held the gun
\nMight have fired it
\nCould have, he
\nWas mean spirited as we all could see<\/p>\n
Like a child lost and alone
\nNo love around so far thrown
\nAbout and tossed and kicked
\nNo milk to drink someone has tricked
\nMy dear mother clearly she
\nLead Way ever to be
\nSuch intolerance really bad blood
\nMassive tension just a flood
\nOf anger and resentment here
\nLeaving me in total fear
\nA few of us together we
\nOstracised we all now be
\nBanished from the yard and mother
\nOutcastes not even another
\nDo we know, pariah\u2019s we
\nForeign like some evictee
\nSome alien all withdrawn
\nWishing we had not been born<\/p>\n
The labourers their gruffness sure
\nShouting loudly and whats more
\nScowling hitting us as well
\nNewly born and already Hell
\nAnd heaps of true hostility
\nAnd Ill feeling and bitterness there be
\nIn the warmth of mother
\nAll that time
\nWhen we dreamed our dreams
\nWanting to climb
\nInto the sunshine
\nAnd to pastures new
\nWhere The sweetest clover
\nAnd honeydew<\/p>\n
But all we got was bitterness
\nPain abuse and so much stress
\nNo goodness and Mercy
\nHumanity
\nWas a baleful time
\nOf acerbity
\nOff to slaughter
\nApparently
\nOur stomach lining
\nIs soon cut free
\nRennin a coagulant of cheese
\nThe viciousness yes if you please
\nSome of us go to rennet or
\nTo the slaughterhouse
\nAnd on the floor
\nSmell the blood of the mothers who
\nEnd up as burgers
\nAs many do<\/p>\n
Some are off to the veal crate cell
\nChains on their necks
\nFor a short spell
\nFed on slops to whiten meat
\nIt\u2019s what the humans want to eat
\nThen it\u2019s your liver
\nThey also use
\nAnd your heels took too they might choose
\nCalf heel jelly
\nAnd liver they
\nAre all you are for them a way
\nTo minimise their actual cost
\ncollateral damage
\nOther bits tossed
\nInto the bins
\nTo rot away
\nTo be a calf
\nYou have to pay<\/p>\n
Then there\u2019s live exports
\nSlavery
\nA great big slice of misogyny
\nSold to the Middle East EU
\nFar Way
\nacross the sea
\nShipped right away
\nPacked together drenched in fear
\nLike terrorists it\u2019s very clear
\nThe innocence is worn away
\nThe charity no one can say
\nTheir heartlessness its opportune
\nZero tolerance really soon
\nRemorselessness and pain and sin
\nLife and love too soon wears thin<\/p>\n
A total impropriety
\nAn unjustifiability
\nSquashed and abused
\nWith nothing to eat
\nAnd nothing to drink
\nSo much deceit
\nThis is the meat trade
\nWholly wrong
\nBabies truly do not belong
\nIn such a world
\nHow is that fair
\nBecause consumers are unaware
\nAnd those that are
\nThey do not care
\nThey kick and punch us everywhere
\nSwear at us spit on us
\nUrinate
\neverywhere
\nNothing is great<\/p>\n
Improper and vulgar
\nAnd then the sea
\nRocked about yes we be
\nNeglected rotten
\nSick as dogs
\nBruised and broken
\nNo better than hogs
\nScant respect
\nNothing to do
\nBut cry inside
\nAnd take the view
\nAt destination
\nWe shall be
\nMurdered quickly
\nHopefully
\nIrish calves the purest scorn
\nTheir unworthiness at being born
\nThey wanted our milk
\nFor their mayonnaise
\nand their bloody cheese
\nAnd their cream cake phase
\nAbandoned by everyone
\nWasted and left
\nSentenced to death
\nDenying us breath
\nOur livers our stomach
\nOur bodies our soul
\nThe meat trade
\nthe murder trade
\nSo knowing our role<\/p>\n
We all pray aloud to all the gods imaginable
\nThat we are never ever born again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The unworldliness and innocence Such incorruptibility Guiltlessness and undefiled Unblemished impeccability A baby born a mothers care Rewarded for she is not there Removed at once taken away Kidnapped from her world today A harmlessness and heart of gold An … Continue reading