I slice tongues, hundreds a day
Tasty when spiced
It’s easy to like cows, calm and peaceful
Like this rich land where everything grows
Corn here 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 say 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