<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Cow In Mourning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It aches my heart to hear you mourn poor cow<br>And i would help you if i could somehow<br>But only God can resurrect your son<br>Who has fallen victim of the butcher's gun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've mourned since afternoon of saturday<br>When men from you took fatted calf away<br>And since saturday all but five days ago<br>You've lived beneath a cloud of grief and woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your mournful bellows tell of painful ache<br>In heart that must be very near to break<br>And the forlorn face and the sad eyed look that tell<br>Of creature who has lived four days of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today a wealthy Townman sit and eat<br>And masticate your offspring's tender meat<br>And say to wife 'darling the meat taste nice'<br>It's prime beef like this make meat seem worth it's price.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your farmer owner he doesn't even care<br>Of the grief that pains you he seem unaware<br>He doesn't feel moved by bovine moans or tears<br>And your mournful bellows fall on heedles ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the only cure for grief and dismal pine<br>Is the proven and the age old healer time<br>And time poor cow will help make you forget<br>That son you loved whom butcher shot to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580034" data-title="To A Cow In Mourning de Francis Duggan" data-description="It aches my heart to hear you mourn poor cow And i would help you if i could somehow But only God can resurrect your son Who has fallen victim of the butcher's gun. You've mourned since afternoon of saturday When men from you took fatted calf awa..."></div> </div> </div>

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