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"Stock" Tip of the Millenia
The American Bloodsport
Animal Rights
The Apple Tree and the Oak Tree
Battery Hens
Bereaved Knife
Cattle Country
Companion Animal
Dancing Bears of India
Death By Night
Dogs Go To Heaven
The Earth So Slender
Farmer Boy
Fight We Shall
For The Animals
For the animals.....
The Fox
Fox Sick
Gold Fish at a Frat Party
The Greatest Gift
Harp Seal Eyes
How Can We Do It?
How in 2050
The Hunter's Trophy Bawl
I Saw a Possum Die Last Night
Jamaican Cows
Let's Not Forget
Listen to Chief Seattle
Little Red Riding Hood
Look Around
Mad Human Disease
Me Means Alone
A Memoir of My Mother
My God Says
My Story
The New Martyrs
Of Mice and Old Men
Paint Her Divine
Pig Crates
A Place for the Animals
Puppy Love
Quiet as a Mouse
The Racist
Recipe For Servitude In The Circus
Sabine: Five Years Later
The Silent Ark
Thanksgiving Wish
They Must Pay
The Tiger
Tom Turkey
Two Unruly Children
The Veal Calf
Veal, Your Meal
The Voiceless
Welcome to Our World...
Where Have They Gone?
Where Is It?
Where's Her Baby?
You Just Don't Care

The Veal Calf

Here I am in this small wooden box,
Bound up with chains and locks.
What is my fate from here? 
I hope I don't die.

Stuck here through the wind and cold,
Hearing the others, will they too be sold?
Wishing, hoping, praying,
I hope I don't die.

I was taken from my mother, too.
She had warm milk, a soothing moo.
I wonder if she knows I'm here,
I hope I don't die.

Sometimes the others are taken away.
"They're goin' to heaven," some elders say,
Is heaven good? Does it have freedom? 
I hope I don't die.

But, for now, I'm here in this box.
Bound up in chains and locks,
Wishing, hoping, praying,
I hope I don't die.

Courtney Ketzler ([email protected])