A bullock cart,
A huge cargo,
Both driver and animal,
equally emaciated.

A lady in chiffon
With coiffured hair
And polished nails
And a shining black Accent.

The lady driving by
Suddenly halted
On seeing the cart.

Proud to call
Herself
An animal rights activist

She gestured and shrieked
And raved and ranted
At the bullock cart driver
not to ill treat his bullocks.

The man was silent
Heard all her words
Was indifferent to
Her reproachful look
And sat quietly there

Till finally exhausted
The lady went back
To her grand car.

He then raised his whip
And brought it so hard down
On the beast
That had it been a man
He would have cried out
Loud
In protest and pain

Being an animal
It only whimpered
and whimpered
As the whip stung hard
Causing its very bones to
Shake.