A baby calf’s life they cruelly steal so we may enjoy a meal. Bon appetite, anyone?

Eating a tender ‘veal’ meal
brought to dinner table
with ugly, hardhearted zeal
Here’s goes the non-fable:

Cruelty we’re mislabeling
yes, how a calf becomes veal
This is what we are enabling
it’s a once in lifetime steal

He suffers alone the forlorn calf
put in dark bin to become ‘veal’
on pitiless meat eaters behalf
all his hoped-for joy they would steal

After months in the dark
posture hard to be shifted
calf cannot even walk
so weak he must be lifted

Then drawing his last breath
from Hell’s lonely bane
liberated by Death
from the gruesome pain

“My eating cheese, drinking milk
did not kill the milked cow!”
Well, you of indulgent ilk
it does, here’s when & how:

A milked out cow suffers five years
when slaughter ends her life in fears

They shall pass muster, so pass the mustard!?

Advertised on blogs:
“These pass muster!”
about some hot dogs
“Pass the mustard!”

Maybe hot dogs look good
given a cursory glance
from where we had first stood
but if looked again, askance:

How & with what are hot dogs made
but poor mistreated animal parts?
The question we evade, dismayed:
How did they end up so cold, our hearts?

But don’t ask, just chomp, don’t tell!
If tastes good, ain’t then all well?

Eller blott att kött smakar så gott?

Mens vi håller på å bankar
den blodiga steken mör
ångrar vi i eftertankar
hur brutalt slaktdjuren dör?

Blev det av klenmod berått
som vi har oss så förgått?

Är vi då hjärtlösa
rentutav samvetslösa?
Endast aningslösa
menlösa å tanklösa?

Eller ytterst ynkligt blott
att kött ju smakar så gott?

Holy cow, is she my beef?

As a ‘meat lover’
I crave & ache
and left to hover
til teeth in steak

Won’t go without
meat which my sweet treat
Surely bean sprout
not been grown to eat?

What’s a slaughtered calf or cow
must we not all die somehow?

“Why”, anxious cattle bleat, “must we be your supply of meat?

“More ribs cooking on U.S. grills as meat supply increases” 5/28/18 news in our hometown paper. Wow, what a feat!

Quite the welcome feat
Americans love ribs:
More supply of meat
smoking hot, we’ve got dibs!

Short lived cattle anxiously bleat
Soon resting in their burial place
which for them, our supply of meat,
is our insatiable stomach space

Cattle’s plight? Why does that matter?
Just pile more grilled on our platter!

Skrek den, steken?

Den stackars magen
ett trångt lager
där obehagen
ofta gnager?

Uppsväld uti skärseld
Magen kan värka
måhända i gengäld?
Måste väl märka:

Steken, en gång nöjd idisslande ko
finner den i gnisslande mage ro?

A carrot a day keeps cruelty at bay

While we all shall need fuel

nature herself is cruel:

Watch that sweet bunny
happy, hopping around
It’s warm and sunny
Growl! By predator ground!

While a human who is carnivore
may have a good deal to answer for

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ground = here: between the teeth of a predator

Much butter now, thanks! Udderly reductive!

Joyce’s doctor advised her to stay off dairy. She stayed off cheese and milk but as she loves butter she expeditiously declared butter a ‘non-dairy’ product:

Her bright new world discounts science
as too stodgy a reliance

With single-mindedness utter
Joyce declares it non-dairy
and goes on indulging butter
Handy to let facts vary

Thanks, Non-Dairy Cow
all much butter now!