Three times he raped me
\nThree times I gave
\nBirth, 3 times
\nEach child they stole
\nEach led away
\nTo the market stall
\non that given day<\/p>\n
Of course i bellowed
\nDay and night
\nMy eyes were sore
\nIt wasn\u2019t right
\nThey steal my milk
\nMy nutrition, they
\nPasteurise it
\nEvery day
\nIce cream, butter
\nChocolate too
\nYoghurt, custard
\nWhat to do
\nHaving a child
\n9 months of grief
\nGiving birth to her
\nIt\u2019s beyond belief<\/p>\n
To see her stolen
\nFrom my side
\nTossed into a barrow
\nWas her slide
\nSeveral times onto the floor
\nPoor soul
\nMy sweet dear baby
\nKnew her role<\/p>\n
No milk for her
\nJust led away
\nMy milk would go the dairy way
\nInto the cartons and bottles
\nTo sell
\nWhilst my little baby was
\nLeft in Hell.<\/p>\n
The dairy trade
\nIs a rotten place
\nCruel and evil
\nA disgrace
\nAll us mothers
\nWe are raped and lost
\nWe have our children
\nAnd they are tossed
\nInto the bins
\nOr into a cage
\nAnd bloody well left there
\nFor an age.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Three times he raped me Three times I gave Birth, 3 times Each child they stole Each led away To the market stall on that given day Of course i bellowed Day and night My eyes were sore It wasn\u2019t … Continue reading