Citryyyna

The more I learn of other creatures, I notice we have similar features. They feel love, fear and pain. My tears for them they flow like rain. No one can tell me that a mother Doesn't cry when she loses her baby... be her cow or other... Just so humans can drink from her The milk intended for her baby, so pure The innocent child taken away: If female, will suffer the same fate someday. If male will be raised to be turned to veal. The dairy industry wishes to conceal, That each sip you take that adds too their strife,