Being stricken by sharp goad to carry the excessive load
The oxen fell down on their mouths being fully collapsed
"No moods to carry goods! No mercy to you, to be showed
You cheaters! Dumb creatures! " On mouths, big blow slapped
Blood oozes out, no pain? No shout, the creatures make
Bodies shake; take an effort to support the goods to uplift
But cart driver's mood; indifferent attitude, thinks it fake
Brings out a heavy cudgel to give the beasts a lesson so fit
Beaten by wooden cudgel, force lifting by tails, even they fail
The scene is abundant to helpless and dumb, alas creature
No option for them, suicide or poison? God is so much cruel!
When He has brought the creature, why so torture to suffer
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