THE COTE
Confined into a cote
Though rarely feed
You call it zero grazing
To me its total zero
Denying me the ultimate freedom
Condemned me into a cote
Where yesterday left me
And tomorrow will find me
With nothing to call mine
Not even my skin
Hooves
Horns or even
Dung
My kids suffer malnutrition
Yet your kids charming and healthy
My milk their quencher
Leaving me skinny and womby
With no reason to live
Can’t escape this flak
From my sisters and brothers
Facing similar predicament
Let me leave this cote
Or this world all together!
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