Submission/poem I wrote to the government for the bobby calves that are treated as the waste of the dairy industry and are bludgeoned to death with hammers. Email title - Listen to the people you are supposed to be the voice for I wonder if you even read these words from us anymore? About how we feel about what we endure every day. Or what the animals would say for themselves if they could even speak. What the mother cow would do when her son peeks out in to the world for the first time. And she knows she will only have one divine moment with him before hes ripped from her clutches and beaten to death. I wonder if you care about this at all instead of being numb like the rest of them. The ones who are supposed to read these submissions. Cant you see that we are wrapped up in a lie? That whats going on in your lives is a direct result of what we let happen on our home soil. I know you toil away every day like a slave for the powers that be. Hoping for a break in the clouds and a gentle nap under a Kauri tree. But you arent listening to me, or your own heart. Its telling you to start to see the truth. The things you dreamt of in your youth can be a reality. These men who work in suits above your name arent bad people they are just wrapped up in the same insane lie - that money is more important than our dying animals and childrens lives. That the economy trumps The Earth. The very mother that serves us every day in every waking moment. I know you can feel me, if you have even bothered to read this submission you are supposed to read. You the ones who are supposed to be the voice for us in our times of need. But you no longer heed our calls. And although there are so many things I would like to make submissions on. This one is for my brothers in the dairy industry. Cant we see we need to evolve and deal with things more peacefully? These animals have feelings just as we do and the messages we are sending our youth do not serve us long term. Long term pain for show term profit. Tell that to the mother whos just lost her new born calf. Ive heard them crying in utter gut wrenching despair. Not unlike yourself - I know that you are there. Even if you pretend you arent anymore. Please oh please come back and help us explore new ways to live on this sacred land. New Zealand is supposed to be clean, green and kind. So why oh why are we being so cruel to such divine creatures? What teachers have we become? Do we not realise that we are one? Ask yourself if this is right. Deep down inside your heart where love resides. There will be an answer for you. Is it ok to bludgeon male cows to death because the torrid soup of milk does not flow from their own nipples breast? The tipple thats filled with pus because - we must; we must; we must increase our busting milk industry? To serve foreign countries when we cant even serve our own? Or do I stand alone in the feeling that this isnt right? I know I dont, but you must listen to your own divine guidance first. Deep down in your heart is where you will hear the words. Samantha Reynolds
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 17:51:36 +0000