A cow eating grass in the Balkans
Eyes the farmer not as maybe she should
As a benefactor who brings food
But rather as one that in time would
Bring her and her kind to the market
Her to others for slaughter to sell
For the farmers forefathers had
Done it to her ancestors as well.
Her calves in the field gamboling
May make the most of their youthful play
For they too face the market in time
And shall walk the slaughterhouse gangway
But the foolish farmer not knowing
Done the same thing to his fellow man
And slaughtered mankind during conflict
Had done so since time it had began.
His sons, like her calves faced the day
When peacetime ended, and war begun
Face the battlefield of their slaughter
Each a butcher with blade bomb and gun.
So each generation who slaughters
To feed his young, kill cattle for mere food
Shall one day for ethnic survival
Kill and be killed by his warring brood
And so the cow eats her grass happy
For all things in time to pass we'll see
Man he kills the man who kills the cow
So as master man will never be
And both man and beast face the slaughter
Of death is all that each one is sure
Each wary of their benefactor:
Who makes you rich makes you poor.
