Murderers
Standing there,
viewing carnage hands.
Blood descends to floor,
and softly lands.
Drops of life,
this once used to be.
Flowing through harmless hearts,
before when free.
Their eyes filled with agony,
from slaying hands and brutal way.
Physical/emotional neglect,
day by day.
Ugly faces,
surround work of death.
Pain and frightening screaming,
until final breath.
What people don't see,
nor want to know.
How meat is slaughtered for them,
it should be shown.
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