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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 as cut up, packed, and sold, to feed all of 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 we should able
It’s our greed that puts the killing of animals for meat in such high demand
So many slaughter houses are not watched over, and as 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 so 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
Copyright ©
Indiana Shaw
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