The Regiments of Cow
Dr. Jawad Nasir*
Here! chilly chilly gusty wind blow,
In the Garden fear you sow
Wrinkling young flower’s glow
Shaking terrified leaves of the old willow
Freezing my cold face on this bumpy pillow,
Gentlemen! Note of the flute changes now
Rhymes of terror sings the dove
Behold!! These are -The regiments of Cow!
Bow to the holy Cow is what they love
Question not them why do you and how?
Hide Hide O Kid! nine year old
To the Cowness they are sold
No mercy to human – young or old
Now, friends, Mr.Animal placed himself on throne of power
So Bow to the cow is Law of hour
And Spill innocent’s blood like a shower-
They do call her the “Holy mother”
But slaughter they babies of other
Father Mother Sister Brother
Autumn winter spring summer
Forbidden they meat of an animal
But Virtue’s they being a cannibal
Beneath saintly robe hidden The Hannibal
Boy Boy! Better animalify to a humpy Camel
For they will let you much safe and free
When their gnashing hounds are on a killing spree
Lest Boy, you getting this your tiny neck lynched to a tree
OH! Jawad- the Paache-vorous man where shall you go!
Worry not fellas, me teaches not any fear show
The Seeds of courage is what I sow!
*Jawad Nasir is a Doctor by profession. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
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