You Mad Meat Eating Morons

You Mad Meat Eating Morons Each animal was brought in and penned, and then the poor thing cornered Then; in any barbaric way they so choose the animals are then slaughtered And are cut up, packed, sold and bought to feed your sons and daughters While the rest of us all turn a blind eye; when really, we should not oughta’ I'm not saying that in any way that you should not bring meat to the table But if we could only eat less, then kill them more humanely you should able It’s our greed that puts the killing of animals for meat in such high demand So many slaughter-houses as not watched over, and so are left unmanned As to the horrors that lie within them, and to the people who are employed Who seem to take their pleasure afflicting as much pain, as to be their ploy We should be far more grateful; for the meat that is placed, upon our plate So I hope all the words; I write within these lines for you carry some weight Before nature’s own creatures; turn against us in their own, justifiable hate Then kill you all with their diseases, in the meat, you have so, enjoyably ate Indiana Shaw . . . -_-