In the midst of these considerate mortals
I find myself
Weeping bitter tears and conscious of my fate

They are celebrating the birth of The Creator's son
Yet want to terminate The Creator's handiwork
What level of absurdity!
I still marvel at why they are called the higher animals
And why The Creator gave them authority over us

My old man once told me never to question the prudent Creator
Nevertheless I think this is quite unfair

Even as the largest of all ruminants
They have no regards for me
For they treat me with disdain
Hitting me with heavy sticks all over my body
It is not as if I cannot hit back
It is just that I am being enchanted

Even as I lament
They are gathering palm fronds
They want to kill me and set me on fire
Who will save me?
Who will rescue the poor ruminant?

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