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?