Drip, Drip, Dip...
these words are dedicated to the six children who will die in the so-called “third-world” (due to the practices of Powdered Baby Milk manufacturers) in the time it takes to read it
Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pipe
in the shanty town
as the young mothers gather round
plastic containers on the ground
listening to the drip, drip, drip
of life ebbing away
the riverbeds have all dried up
the wells are mine-shafts to the past
the irrigation channels of their breasts
are polluted now by the Cuckoo’s Nest
the powdered-milk... the dust-bowl fields
the quotas met......the land reveals
the hand that rocks this cradle
is the one who lays the table
with “third-world” debt their able
to rob and disable
as the dehydrated bodies blow away like ashes
the multi-national fascists........
with vampire banks decashes
the breast-milk of the masses
with a bloody drip, drip, drip
from the nipples of the mothers
the corporations smother....
the babies in their sleep
the cuckoo comes as a thief
with a free sample and a brief
case full of deceit............
may I make a suggestion?
“ASK SOME QUESTIONS”
As you eat your chocolate
and drink your coffee
and smear ice-cream on your lovers body
and NESTLE down to the land of noddy
to dream of countless trucks and lorries
ferrying the cow-juice and the slurry
burning the forests in such a hurry
more cattle and cash and burn and $lash
leaves a gaping gash
in the dried-up flesh of Mother Earth
and 4000 babies every year
yes 4000 babies every year
return to the DUST....
BOWL..............BREAKFAST BOWL
CEREAL BOWL..........SERIAL CRIME
CORN and MILK spells CORPORATE CRIME
dished up for your children’s bellies
in front of telly-tubby tellies
Chocolate bars and candy treats
robbed from the swollen teats
of mutated udders
whilst the cow’s baby brothers
are herded into crates
and served on rich men’s plates
the mothers stand and wait
and listen to the rate
of the DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
of spilled milk down the drain
the governments explain
and bury their shame
under mountains of grain
and excess champagne
and if you BEG
you get Easter eggs instead
served up by the “head”
whose saviour bled
with a steady DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
and I scream and jelly
and biscuits and cakes
make bovine mistakes
and cheesy diseases
from the milk that turns sour
reminds us every hour
of this CATTLE CULTURE HERESY
of babies dying constantly
with a DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
