Lambs

Have you ever stopped to think?
About those lambs and what they drink,?
They'll follow you since they were born,
Pure and white like fleece freshly shorn.

That old ewe soon puts them straight,
Beware of humans you're on their plate,
Until they're told innocent they be,
Lambs will come up to you or me.

This is true a well known fact,
Observe the young see how they act,
Without their mother they are not shy,
They're not aware that in a year they die!

This seasons lamb has a high price,
Cut and selected it's tender and nice,
In the shops all packaged and neat,
With cooked vegetables its a lovely treat.

Yes there's millions we kill each year,
Its no wonder its the ewe's worst fear,
Come each spring its the same as before,
Its these creatures we love and adore.

Consider it carefully then ponder again,
One hundred percent go down the drain,
Forty million plus if these kept alive,
How many years could this state survive?

The figures double annually it's known,
Within ten years how they would've grown,
Too much stock to feed and grass,
Two hundred million how time would pass.

It's the Greens who promote life,
What's the solution to avoid the knife?
Nature and consumption it has its place,
Otherwise no room to live in our space.
About this poem;-
We see these lovely cuddly little lambs each spring and
there is no doubt they are cute.When young they have no
fear and this is why their mothers worry. Those ewes know
that before the year is out their young will  be no more!
Yet consider the situation,if allowed to survive the sheep
population would soon be unmanageable and there
would not be sufficient food for their survival.