The Cow's Plea Poem by Haruna Garba

Milking me with all their strength
At least those in the position do
Milking me dry all their many days
Can't guess the barrels' whereabouts
There they are yet kept legacy things
For my little calves, only chicken feed

Milking me dry all their days
Milking me with savage fingers
I wonder if sober ones do exist
And had I fingers not mere hooves
I'd have written an unprecedented plea
Let all see new justice to a cow