I am sorry for what we have done to you
I mourn the loss of your short lives, nullified for our barbaric arrogance and gluttony
Your children taken to meet the same fate as you
Your bodies eviscerated, never knowing the hand of compassion or a ray of sunshine
There are no merciful abattoirs
No red barn with it's open doors, and no motherly blue sky
There is only brutal indifference
Mechanized slaughter
The lies we tell our children and ourselves will breed this hell on earth into our legacy
And we who see ourselves distinct from beasts prove with our actions otherwise
This is not food
This is war on the sanctity of being
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
I am sorry for what we have done to you
I mourn the loss of your short lives, nullified for our barbaric arrogance and gluttony
Your children taken to meet the same fate as you
Your bodies eviscerated, never knowing the hand of compassion or a ray of sunshine
There are no merciful abattoirs
No red barn with it's open doors, and no motherly blue sky
There is only brutal indifference
Mechanized slaughter
The lies we tell our children and ourselves will breed this hell on earth into our legacy
And we who see ourselves distinct from beasts prove with our actions otherwise
This is not food
This is war on the sanctity of being
This is not a fanatical demand for universal vegetarianism. It is just a poem decrying the modern industrial practices of factory farming and the way the animals suffer in this system.
Request permission to use this poem