Suicide Cows
The happy little bovinewears a crooked, little grin
To tell her little story
I'm not sure where to begin
Do I tell of Old McDonald
on his happy little farm?
How he loves the animals
and keeps them free from harm?
How about the little Dairy
on the California coast?
The cows sing in commercials
'cause they like it there the most.
Their milk is so much better
all they want to do is please
Want to thrill your taste buds?
You should try their cheddar cheese!
Its a marvelous delusion
propaganda, fantasy
The real telling of the story
includes pain and misery
Old McDonald has a farm
more like a prison block
And on his farm he has some cows
that work around the clock
No grazing in the pastures
they are locked inside of stalls
The feed is full of steroids
and they die behind those walls
No singing in commercials
just a soft lowing lament
And our communal deafness
is what greed often foments
In our lust for cooking flesh
we ignore the inhumane
Convinced by the singing cows
are we really that insane?
Is the little bovine happy?
That is for you to decide
Through denial we engage
In our own slow suicide
Copyright ©2009 Anthony Hall
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