Vulnerable. Fragile. His body is all
Quivering limbs and moonish, soulful eyes.
He hasn't yet reached one hundred hours old;
Already facing
imminent demise.
High-pitched cries!
Calling for help,
but he's stuck.
His bleating the most hopeless I've heard.
Harsh
shouting. Shoving. He's forced off the truck.
We can't save him,
just give love and soft words:
"It's okay..." But it's
not.He's just a baby
And indifferent masses turn away.
It
seems there's no limit to brutality
When society is prepared to
pay.
So easy to spare him. Want to know how?
Don't
take lactations from a mother cow.
Bobby Calf photo taken at a New Zealand slaughterhouse
©
Summer Jayne, 2024