My Mother's Milk

by Ken McGibney



It's the white stuff in your fridges

You add to leaf and bean

When you get up in the morning

It's an everyday routine


Associated with goodness

As white as driven snow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


Cappuccino shots and lattes

The hidden sorrows lurk

As you quickly grab a takeaway

On your journeys off to work


If your hearts and minds are open

The seeds of change I'll sow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


Mid morning and you're hungry

But the sweet treats aren't too far

Hundreds you can choose from

Your favourite chocolate bar


But it was not given gladly

She did not happily bestow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


It's lunchtime now al fresco

In the park beneath the trees

A tasty ploughman's sandwich

Made with butter and with cheese



Is it really so addictive

You never could forgo?

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


Afternoon and the cream cakes

With smiles are shared around

Naughty but oh so nice of course

You cannot turn them down


But if you knew the pain and suffering

Would the tears start to flow?

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


Home now and you've had your meal

The dessert that everyone savours

Ice cream is such a lovely treat

Tempting moreish flavours


But if the cruelty touched your hearts

Would it dim the afterglow?

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


For nine months I was growing

Inside my Mother's womb

Then into the world I tumbled

Oblivious of my doom


I only tasted it for a day

Until that terrible blow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


You drink and eat what's meant for me

Are the pleasures that you gain

Worth it as we are torn apart

A baby's grief and pain?


We cried for one another

I missed my Mother so

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


Now my fate is truly sealed

My Mother's life I'll follow

Treated like a milk machine

So all of you can swallow


What was really made for me

How can you stoop so low?

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


Now here's a dirty secret

Is it something that you've read?

95000 male calves every year

Shot in the head


They are surplus to requirements

Never have the chance to grow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


My Mother's life is awful

Lameness and mastitis

Exhaustion zero grazing

Milk fever laminitis


Happy animals on dairy farms

That myth died long ago

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


Now I'm in my plastic hutch

You can't see with your blind eyes

Brainwashed by an industry

So good at telling lies


If you look beyond what's pure and white

The horrors hide below

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?


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