It’s tough to be a goat in today’s society. Seem like everyone is looking down at you thinking you’re a part of some inferior species. Staring at you like you are a piece of meat. But you ignore it, keep going.
And then there are those things that are marketing temptations of what kind of grass you should be seeking and how you should be looking and at times like that you work your hardest to keep your graze down. You’re working hard, doing your thing and hoping for a better tomorrow. Yet sometimes they don’t leave you alone, asking why don’t you go back to where you came from? And sometimes you feel like you should, but then you remember why you came here; you have to do it for your kids. Cause back home they were slaughtering goats and kids alike with no disregard every lunar year. Yeah you were a doctor back home and now you’re nothing but a farm animal working 12 hour shifts each and every day, rolling over whenever the big man says so. But hey at least the kids are safe.
One day the kids will grow up and be more. They’ll appreciate all the sacrifices you made and almost been a part of. It’s tough to be a goat, but keep striding along and days will get baaaa-tter.