The dairy cow is depicted by the dairy industry
As a willing participant
In the unnatural production of her breastmilk.
I cannot fathom how any living creature
Would want a man’s arm
Forced up inside them.
The closest she will get
To screaming, “Rape!”
Is a heart-wrenching, “Moo.”

The dairy cow will give birth
And as her newborn calf
Is beginning to open its eyes
The dairy farmer will rip it from her.
The closest she will get
To screaming, “Please, give me my baby!”
Is a heart-breaking, “Moo.”

The dairy cow will endure weeks
Of depression
As her breastmilk is pumped from her body
By a factory of machines
To be pasteurized, bottled
And sold in supermarkets.
The closest she will get
To screaming, “That’s my baby’s milk!”
Is a heart-tiring, “Moo.”

The dairy cow will spend her lifetime
Beaten and exploited to satisfy
Man’s insatiable thirst for a glass of milk
And when production runs dry
The exhausted dairy cow will be slaughtered
Her flesh will be ordered off a burger joints menu
Her skin will become luxury upholstery
The closest she will get
To screaming, “Let me rest in peace!”
Is a heart-stopping, “Moo.”