The animals you slaughter
Down your throat goes the life of a son and daughter
What could've been chicks
Is now breakfast for your kids
Chickens cut in fifths fourths quarters and halfs
Fine structure shattered like glass
Its body parts shipped to different places
A leg in Kansas City and one in Vegas
A live and sociable chicken terrifies you
but a roasted chicken no head no feet delights you
Unaware of what it went through
Before it was served to you
You play nice when they're in the cage
But become the monster when they're on a plate
Lure a fish into a life threatening trap
Devour it to the bone
Leaving the rest bare and cold
Then comes a disease
one that kills what it sees
Eliminate the rats for vaccines
we're biologically identical
But that doesn't make it ethical
Before it said fairewell to its family and friends
You took it to that horrendous location
where its life would come to an end
In the air the strong metallic scent of blood
anxiety hits the newcomers like a flood
Dying or dead animals all around
it's scary to look anywhere even the ground
Portraits of blood on all the walls
No chirping birds
only traumatizing sounds are heard
A pile of flesh and intestines in the corner
That a swarm of flies came to conquer
Pleading eyes begging to stay alive
They can panic cry whimper
Nothing changes
except they die quicker
A place with no comfort no hope
As the knife goes through
The last words they whisper are
"It'll be your turn soon"
A last meal or a painkiller would've been nice
But you just go straight to the knife
The slaughterhouse is a scary place indeed
It's where life becomes food to feed
They'd call us kings and queens
Doing such things to them as we please
They have no voice no power to refuse what isnt right
Like the sudden unconsented ending of their life
A peaceful and painless death we all desire
Why can't these animals get one thats a little nicer?
I am aware that this is the circle of life but i wanted to show it from an animals point of view.