I lay my lambs

Down to rest

I hate my life

He sucks their chest

Late at night

When I’m asleep

The goats are out

And he does eat

I lay in bed

And listen close

The screams are loud

I swig a dose

I wake up early

My goats are dead

I bury them deep

He has been fed

I cry in vain

My goats bleed out

Within the dirt

I sit and pout

Life is done

I am complete

The sun has set

They do not bleat