Like all the mother cows who squealed
as their calves were dragged away–
to be put in a crate and raised for veal,
and killed for meat one day,
I had my babies taken away
yet I never made the connection
between the meat I ate and the way
they left. My choices sealed their defection.
I have no right to a legal stance:
I stand, before God, accused–
I confess and repent, beg a second chance
to NOT eat who has been abused.
Nor drink from the teets of a mom in chains
who misses her babes like me.
Please God give me the strength to refrain
from what keeps her in misery.