A Morte do Boi de Carro
Adelmario Coelho
The Death of the Cart Ox
everyone has the right
to a retirement
my owner raised me
working day and night
today I'm old and tired
now I'm despised
by him and all his family
they locked me in the pen
with nothing to eat
I'm an old tired ox
not even water to drink
after working so hard
I'm thrown in a corner
no one cares about me
they're selling my body
to take to the slaughterhouse
I overheard this conversation
from a buyer's mouth
they have no feelings
this is the payment
for those who worked so hard
I used to be a cart ox
I plowed the land
helped my boss
see his son graduate
my owner sold me
just to see my blood
shed at the slaughterhouse
whoever hears my story
will cry as I cried
knowing I'll be killed
by those I helped so much
then have a barbecue
right on top of my trail
on the lands I worked on
