How much we love the fresh cud
\nthe sunshine and the rain
\nthe gentle wind
\nthe bird song
\nand the hourly train
\nthat rushes headlong down the railway track
\nthe sky
\nthe trees, the view
\nlove the natural world of course
\nprobably as you do<\/p>\n
but stuck inside a concrete shed
\nthe smell of that dank air
\nthe great fans running day and night
\nno solitude to share
\nfarting, belching methane
\nthose labourers cruel cries
\nthe electric prods
\nand the pitch fork sods
\nwho hit us, no surprise
\nthere is no meaning to our lives
\njust agony and pain
\nthey rape us with their flipping arms
\nand for 9 months
\nyes in vain<\/p>\n
my child I carry everyday
\nand as soon as its born
\nits gone
\nif its male its kidnapped fast
\nand killed sometimes upon
\nthe floor well just in front of me
\nthat little soul he shone
\nfor moments in the daylight
\neyes wide open, on
\na new wish
\nclearly fascinated but
\nmurdered by some shit
\nwho will not pay a thin dime
\nto keep my baby fit<\/p>\n
my milk is for the human tribe
\nhormones pus and more
\nrecombitant bovine growth hormone
\nand so much blood and gore
\nantibiotics and medicines
\nand BHT its true
\nthe farmers doing us a favour
\nselling it to you<\/p>\n
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How much we love the fresh cud the sunshine and the rain the gentle wind the bird song and the hourly train that rushes headlong down the railway track the sky the trees, the view love the natural world of … Continue reading