We Deserve Better

In shadows cast by man's indifferent hand,

Where sorrow weaves its tapestry of pain,

A silent symphony, unheard, unmanned,

In whispered cries, the innocent slain.

Beneath the weight of profit's callous guise,

Male calves, forsaken, orphaned, alone,

Their plaintive voices lost amidst the skies,

Their suffering a tale that's oft unknown.

Forlorn souls, born to bear the farmer's yoke,

Yet destined for a fate they cannot flee,

Their gentle hearts, in chains of greed, are broke,

Their tender spirits yearn for liberty.

In pastures green, where sunlight softly gleams,

They dream of days unfettered, wild, and free,

But alas, their reality, a cruel scheme,

Bound by cruelty's unrelenting decree.

Oh, heed their plea, you who hold dominion,

Let kindness reign where darkness once prevailed,

In every act, let compassion champion,

And may their innocence never be assailed.

For in their eyes, the reflection of our own,

In their plight, a mirror to our soul's grace,

May we rise, their guardians, their home,

And honor them with dignity and embrace.

Let us unite in empathy's gentle sway,

To lift the burden of their silent cries,

For in their suffering, we find our way,

Towards a world where compassion never dies.