The Cattle men and the Dairy farmer
Both raise and breed these
Their,  Cash Cows

But, only one man, reaps and keeps
Reusing the gifts of this, his venture
Time and time again; it never stops

Black and white spots
Verses the gray and tan
One Bloodied; chopped, and then

Shipped for the day
The other washed and massaged
And then; they are, lead away

Their time at hand
One screams and bellows
And then, tries to run; but

Fear is seen; there in, their eyes
And yet, it is seen only once
Now tears fall, from their calved eyes

The other she, marches forward
Lowly and loyal and wishes
Therefore to stand; there

At least twice a day; she is
Rushed in, and
Then milked

Calm it’s seen; within
There in, her old cow eyes
All the day long there; for

Both the farmer and the ranchers
Profit from; these their sacred cows
But; what then is, the future’s; of Kines

Unfortunately, only one of
These; Kines, may profit from
These, Men and their kinds

Baloney and cheese
Pass me the milk please
Oh how unkind I am

               by
Sinbad the Sailor Man