The Slaughter
Eyes watering
with a tear coming out,
not understanding
what it’s all about.
A man’s hand
which had always been so kind,
now stretches and tugs
until there’s a strong bind.
It’s time to create
nourishment for man,
why should any
think this out of hand?
So many beautiful creatures
full of life and laughter,
corralled, tagged,
lined up to slaughter.
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