On Their Last Drive

Crowded in a truck with an attached trailer they are on their last drive

This time tomorrow they will not be alive

Bound for the abattoir and destined to die

Those who say animals do not feel fear and suffering believe their own lie

To boost his financial coffers by the farmer sold

Most cattle are creatures not destined to grow old

With a violent end most of them have a date

Most of them their meat destined for the dinner plate

That they are born to die animals do not realize

In the abattoir of death they will see their last sunrise

They bellow in the trucks going through the country town

Little realizing that they are on their last sundown

The abattoir bound cattle are on their last drive

This time tomorrow they will not be alive.