The slaughterhouse
\nThe Death Camps
\nFrom farm to death
\nAnd we
\nThe choosers
\nTo be meat eaters
\nThis we seldom see
\nOr think about their end game
\nA gentle creature
\nDriven
\nBeaten having a tail twisted
\nDoes he end up in Heaven
\nAnd if he does what of those who drove him
\nTo his death
\nWhat of us consuming
\nStealing away his breath
\nWe abuse him for his leather
\nA new coat possibly
\nA pair of shoes for Winter
\nHe died tragically<\/p>\n
Look at him so innocent
\nWhat had he done wrong
\nBorn to chew the cud all day
\nHear the sweet bird song
\nLabour in the sunshine
\nOr tied up to a post
\nTrucked off to the death camp
\nSoon your Sunday Roast<\/p>\n
I hope to god
\nYour tummy Rumbles
\nAnd your digestion creaks
\nRemember him
\nAs you swallow
\nAnd evacuate
\nIt reaks<\/p>\n
Death itself
\nThe stench you leave
\nBehind
\nGreat carnivore
\nThere was no need to murder him
\nThat much I am sure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The slaughterhouse The Death Camps From farm to death And we The choosers To be meat eaters This we seldom see Or think about their end game A gentle creature Driven Beaten having a tail twisted Does he end up … Continue reading