HumANimal - IV

Treachery is what I thrive on

Rearing the poor soul as my own

Till he's fed well and ready to be meat

Every extra pound of his flesh is a treat

I watch him die painfully and slowly

I feel sad, treacherous and lowly

This is what I've always been

This is what I've always seen

This is the only job I know so well

Even though it leads me to hell

Now I can't break away

This is the only way my family lives today

All I can salvage of my grace is to sell and not eat

With all my kindness lost that's my only feat

But you have a choice to be more humane

Break free from being cruel and insane

With every person who turns over a new leaf

An innocent cow is saved from becoming beef

With every pound of innocent flesh less consumed

Humanity is reinstated and resumed

This is a vegetarian butcher's plea

Someday my profession will become extinct hopefully...

Dedicated to the spirit that strengthens each time the trust in humanity weakens and to those who acknowledge at least to themselves that they are wrong.