The Bull's Fate Poem by RAMESAN V P

HE WAS BORN TO FREEDOM
FROM THE AGONISING PAIN OF MOTHER
HE JUMPED, JERKED ALONG WITH HIS MATES
AND GRAZED ON FIELDS WITH NO SHACKLES
HE GREW TO SPROUT TWO HORNS ON HEAD
AND HIS MASTER TIED THE STRING

OF SLAVARY AND RELENTLESS TOIL

TO DRAG ON FIELDS AS HIS MASTER WHIPPED
HE NEVER WAILED OR GROANED
BUT HE WAS PANTING WITH FOAM THICK MOUTH
WHEN HIS THROAT DRIED UP OF THIRST
HE WAS NOT GIVEN A DROP OF OF WATER TO QUENCH
HE WAS NOT FED TILL SUNSET
SMEARED WITH TWILIGHT AROUND EARTH
HE HAD THE THIRST TO GRAZE AND DRINK
AS HE MET HIS OPPOSITE SEX
HE WANTED TO MATE WITH HER
BUT WAS NOT ALLOWED ONLY TO SUPPRESS
AND HE WASTO BE CASTRATED
BY A KNIFE TO CUT HIS TESTES
HIS GROAN WITH AGONISING PAIN
NOT ATTENDED BY HIS MASTER
BUT WAS WHIPPED TO STAND
WITH TREMBLING PAIN!
YEARS PASSED, HE GREW OLD
WITH SIGNS OF HIS RIBS PROTRUDING
THE NICE SKIN TO PREVENT IT
FROM COMING OUT OF HIS BODY
ON A DAY HE WAS SENT WITH A MAN
TO BE LED TO A SLAUGHTER HOUSE
THAT HE DIDN'T KNEW WHAT IS IN STORE!
ON HIS WAY HIS LEGS WERE TRAPPED
IN BETWEEN TWO HEAVY RODS
HIS NEW MASTER PULLED HIS LEGS
TO FREE FROM THE IRON GRIP
THAT LOST HIS TWO BACK LEGS.
HE WAS CARRIED TO BLOOD SOAKED
PLATFORM OF THE BUTCHER
WHERE HE WAS PULLED DOWN ON EARTH
AND HIS THROAT WAS CUT
WITH THE BLADE OF HIS BIG KNIFE
WHERE HIS NEW MASTER HOLD TOGETHER
HIS FRONT LEGS NOT TO MOVE IN PAIN
HIS HEAD WAS DISPLAYED
AND HIS BUTCHER SHOUTED TO MOB
"IT IS TODAY'S FRESH FLESH
COME AND TASTE"