blonde and
\nbeautiful she was
\nstanding in the yard
\nshe feels
\nfor all those animals in
\nthe truck,and sensitively
\nreveals<\/p>\n
such pain
\nher inner soul on fire
\nlistening to their cries
\nso dire<\/p>\n
her face is clear
\nbut strained, for she
\ncan’t bear to think
\nthat all those lovely cows
\nwere born to be<\/p>\n
playing really in the fields
\nruminating for that builds
\ngood strong bones
\nand a healthy frame
\nbut instead
\nit never is the same<\/p>\n
those concrete stalls
\nthat branded mark
\nthat scorched their flesh
\nfrom those so dark
\nmilked by robots every day
\ntheir udders almost torn away<\/p>\n
made to issue vast supplies
\nuntil their lameness just implies
\nthe time has come for them to go
\nand in the trucks they’re loaded, so<\/p>\n
there they are, victims all
\nno one listens when they call
\nand call they do, with all their breath
\nthey know we’re sending them to their death<\/p>\n
frustration it almost explodes
\nevery hour was work, just loads
\nof stress and strain and pain and fear
\nfrightened, tortured year on year<\/p>\n
and now the death camp is to where
\nthe trucks are going, and they are aware
\nas is the blonde who hears their cries
\nshe has such beautiful and tearful eyes<\/p>\n
as have the cows inside that truck
\nwho sadly have run out of luck
\nthey never had, they never knew
\nfor when man’s around
\nhe can only screw<\/p>\n
every weaker earthling till
\nthey break and cry
\nuntil they’re still
\nthen its the butcher
\nor knackers yard
\nand a memory from
\nthe eco bard<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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