Their minds deny the simple truths
Their speech devoid of reason
Their words are knives to disembowel
And frolic in the lesion

Unprincipled in their decay
Emotions are their master
They think themselves superior
Excusing each disaster

Their calling, once a noble one
To safely guard the masses
But shepherds led their flocks astray
To forage bitter grasses

Providing for beleaguered lives;
Too poor to pay attention
While cattle barons build a fence
And plan for our detention

Unknowing that we are the prey
With udders full and dripping
We never saw the hidden hand
The cattle prod was gripping

Forbidden now to ruminate
They brandish sharpened cleavers
Our sins too great to expiate
We are the low achievers

So on the hoof, or by the pound
The milk of human kindness
Becomes the cheese on bended knees
And in the dairy, bind us*