Slaughtering the cow,
I don’t know how.
Chopping the meat,
Controls the heartbeat.
Into the pieces,
To him, no one teases.
And his anger,
His face shows danger.
He bathes in blood,
Like waters of flood.
He bears the bad smell,
Takes out hens to sell.
From face and profession,
He looks like a man of hell.
(SR Dominator)