My sister’s passing ( a pig just told me)

Its true

each soul has feeling

perhaps, more than we

hogs or pigs call us what you will

but truthfully you can see

I loved my little sister

she was calm and she was sweet

but we are pigs, designer pigs

that unkind people eat

when you are born to be eaten

its such an awful thing for you

knowing they are feeding you up

because what  they want to do

is fatten you, get your heavy

then cart you off to be

slaughtered in the death camps

yes that’s the end of thee

she pegged out

my dear sister

she was beaten by a bloke

he hit her with a piece of metal rod

and all but broke

her spirit and her resignation

for last night, yes, she died

she looked into my eyes

before she left

and she just cried………………………………