He Cut Little Baby
He placed the little child on a broad chopping board
Picked up his big sharp knife, started cutting it.
He cut its leg first, then heart, brain and all other fleshy parts
Blood oozed out, filling the pan
he was not bothered,
He was thinking how delicious it would be once cooked
16.05.2021
Note : He was a chef, cutting baby chicken for a meal
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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