I slice tongues, hundreds a day
Tasty when spiced
Easy to like cows, calm and peaceful
Like this rich land where everything grows

Corn towers like monuments
Golden yellow as the sun I can’t see
Land and sun feed the corn
Corn feeds the cows
The cows feed me

Now we’re sick but still must work
They claim it’s the law: National Defense
Yet this not our country
The state’s governor says
We’re not it’s people
Just like home

I’m coughing but must eat
My friend believes it’s the cows’ revenge
I can’t think them so cruel
They get killed like us

The virus is shaped like a crown
A crown will stand above my cross
Can the tongue of an ox speak through a man?

I will make an angry ghost
Carry my crown home
All across this land

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