Tears

Seeing the lady
Tearful with woe
Close to the sheep
Of course we all know
Slaughterhouse journeys
From farm to the camp
Death in the offing
With its familiar stamp

Of so much uncertainty
Feeling alone a tearful human
Sharing a groan
All of the sheep know the outcome they fear
The sunlight is leaving
And HELL now is near

I cry with the lady
Feeling the pain
Knowing the evil
All of the strain
The eyes they do tell us
Frustrations and woe
Slaughter is imminent
Their blood will flow

The stench of death
The farmers their friend
In it for profit
They only spend
a pittance
To add back some margin so they
Can buy yet more stock
For that is the way

Send them to slaughter
Healthy young souls
so little sunshine
They had no goals
To aim for just sadness and
Death and the fear
The end game is prevalent
That much is clear

Soon strung together
Chopped through and gone
Halal the last words
No longer upon
The living world
A last farewell
Copious tears as we enter
Your HELL