A Cow Lover! | Exclusive to iKurd.net
If by some chance, however remote,
The cows would gather, and the cows would vote!
They’d choose their leader, proud and strong, Who’d moo out both what’s right and what’s wrong.
No more of the life they’ve always known, Since they were baby calves, barely grown.
But pastures became tainted, and the soil turned bare,
By the harshest of chemicals that were spread everywhere—
Chemicals that seeped down hills and poisoned the streams, Down to our creeks and down to our gullies, dashing their dreams.
One day a cow rose up with a mighty cry:
“Don’t eat the grass! For surely we’ll die!”
“It’s time to Mooove on!” rang out the cheer,
“To greener pastures, clean, with skies more clear!”
No toxic yields for a human feast—
Just a kinder land to be had, for the cows at least!
But lo… A lone cow stood at a gate,
And they heard a voice deciding their fate:
“Your free passage now is not so free,
You must pay our new tariffs. Don’t you see?”
The lead cow replied with steady breath:
“My herd has already paid, both in life and in death—
With milk and butter, meat and more,
And now you have the nerve to ask us for more?”
“Yes,” said the guard with a steady glare,
“You may pass—but first you all must wear
A jersey stitched well with how you will vote, In red or blue across your coat.”
“These jerseys are from meat-packing giants, see? A gift for choosing to share in their party’s loyalty.”
“And every cow shall now wear a hue, To mark the side which they will pursue.”
“Oh look there!” they all cried, “A huge golden ‘M’—
Those Golden arches seem so happy, we sure do welcome them!”
“And here’s one more with cheeky shout— It says ‘with love’ from Hind-and-Out!”
So for dreams of a better land they self branded,
And the cows adorned themselves with what they were handed.
Stampeding forth in their colors bright, Their jerseys blazing with bold delight.
But little did they truly know—
Their colors marked the path they’d go.
For soon they’d be split, red versus blue,
And arguing which brand fed them, and who knew who.
Some mooed for burgers, some for fries, While the butcher sharpened his tools nearby.
Then came the call: “Now everybody on board the bus!”
To the knacker’s yard, then and there the butcher came for us.
Together with pigs and chickens held in a pen, They faced their end just like all before them.
Yet one cow, broke from the line, and shed her heavy chains,
She bravely escaped, jumped the fence, and quickly outran the pain—
Back to the fields where the green grass once grew,
And told her story to the young and about what she now knew:
“If one-day promised pastures bright and green,
Don’t trade your freedom for a fool’s made up dream.”
“Refuse all the tariffs! And kick all the pails!
Don’t ever fall for the traps hidden behind the veil.”
“Stand firm, my brave bovines, be proud and be stout, And don’t cow yourselves down when the butchers shout!”
“For though they come promising both a vote and a choice,
Sounds of their profit will drown out the pleads of our mooing voice!”
The opinions are those of the writer and do not necessarily represent the views of iKurd.net or its editors.
Copyright © 2025 iKurd.net. All rights reserved
Related posts:
What is going on with Gulf Keystone Petroleum in Iraqi Kurdistan?
KDP and PUK politicians are corrupt and dishonest in Iraqi Kurdistan
Nepotism Turns Into Work Discrimination in Kurdistan of Iraq
The Mustashar and the Jash – A View from the Position of ‘Iraqi National Unity’ on the ‘Descendants of Treason’
Letter of Greenpeace’s Annie Leonard over Turkey’s illegal logging in Iraqi Kurdistan
The KRG Should Not Kowtow to Baghdad!
The Kurdish Diplomacy: Historical, Political, and Legal Explanation – Book Review
Iraqi Kurdistan: An Elusive Autonomy – Lost Opportunities For Peace
