Meat derivatives and all the shelters dead

The renderer’s are busy

those steel teeth never stop

grinding up and pulverizing

all that bloody slop

all those little bodies

loved one’s long ago

who might have been

lost or  neglected

and became part of the show

shelters get so many

and so many have to be

put down, exterminated

gas chambers  in some will be

what an awful thought that is

losing a forever home

and find yourself in a chamber

from whence you will never roam

at that point as the smell of gas

wafts into your nose

at that point when you realize

the  holocaust they’ve chose

is repulsive and its that nausea

and  queasiness you feel

unloved and intolerable

and very very real

a sadness overwhelms you

if you could only be

anywhere but in this chamber

perhaps you thought of me

I hope so, I was thinking, of you

I have to say

I didn’t know you were being killed

and that you were in the way

and all of those poor victims

are then thrown in a bin

and collected by the renderer

and you’ll end up in some tin

of pet food for another soul

to experience your pain

no wonder pets are dying

faster these days

their food chain

is suspect in so many ways

the corporate world are there

to really make the profit

and help to clear the air