Kinsley Lee

The Ode for The Meat

The breeder sold the cows to the broker.

At dawn, he loaded them on the truck,

They were departed to the world as the first and last traveler,

And be bound the ropes so they did be stuck.

 

At last, they arrived at the slaughter house,

And were sent to jail for staying overnight.

No feeding the grasses, they stayed the house,

And never, again they could see the sunlight.

 

At dawn, they\'re conveyed on the auction by the broker,

The men only are talking the Ei-Ple, Two-ple,

The ratio of the profit\'s counted on by the seller.

Nobody think that they\'re once the live cattle.