Bovine Nation

We look for Vitamin G

O Bovine Mother

Children of a different species

We just over-breed

But You we need,

We rape your udder

White milk revolution

Your blood, foaming white,

For our progeny-

We do love to smother

Your own child?

Starve him and let him die!

Bovine divinity,

We worship thee

You granted us immunity,

Chewing cud serenely,

As you are tied to the peg

With a string on your leg

Milked, and at night

We just turn you out

To roam the streets

Forage for feed

Block the speeding truck,

When out of luck,

Hit hard, you bleed

Bovine Mother, you we need!

As we milk and milk

And inject rBGH

Sell milk in tetrapack

That milk sack

Grows and sags

We stare hard anxiously

Has it not grown bigger?

Yester day

25 kilos it weighed

At full flow too!

Mother don’t moo

The pain is no deal

The cancer in us will carry your seal!

You know we love your shit

And religiously, even eat it

We love to call it Vitamin G

And your P is holy too, you see?

Sweets! Bovine Mother,

The sweeter the better

Covered with silver foil

By our brothers toil,

Beaten thin

With your holy skin!

So Bovine Mother

Don’t bother

We just won’t let you die

In our house

We are grateful

We would ease the pain

Past your prime

It is time

To sell you to the butcher

Please feed the others

Nations

Russians

American

Arabs

And make combs

Out of your horn

Affectionately

We would remember you every morn…

And yes

Don’t forget

We want you

Wrapping our feet

The leather shoe!

O Bovine Mother

We are the nation

That loves religion

And kills

In gratitude

When in the mood!

kbdgr8est

03 July 2008