A Short Biography

I cannot exactly remember my mother Separated at birth from each other I couldn't have any playmates either we weren't allowed to play together many of the babies, didn't see the light The females survived, but a different plight Wish I was dead then, rather than now Life wasn't worth for a voiceless cow Sooner or later you'll be on sale No matter where you go, it's the same tale A herd of us was taken away It was a gloomy and very dark day Since then, life was nothing but hell Suffered in silence as no one to tell There's no dignity, the abuse, forceful But, a dream of a calf, made me hopeful Soon my memories, haunted me Motherhood, I felt, it wasn't for me As they were born taken away I Cried and wailed every single day Producing gallons of milk for the dairy I felt deceived, drained and weary Having worked many years, although tired There is no place for us to be retired Next is definitely last destination My mother too had the same termination Now, this is my life, I have to tell I nurtured a nation. May you be well!