Twas the eve of Christmas, when all thro’ the slaughterhouse,
All creatures are products destined for a chophouse
The chutes are all filled by the workers without care,
In hopes that their shifts end soon would be there;
The animals were crowded, on cold, shit covered beds,
While terror, anxiety, & stress danc’d in their heads,
Away to the steel gates they flew like a flash,
Taking in the scene, a new guy threw up in the trash.
The fluorescents fell crudely on a full blown horror show,
Giving lustre to animal blood & a dying bellow;
When, what my widening eyes saw here and now,
But a bolt gun, a cleaver, and a helpless brown cow,
With a plump clever worker, so cruel and so quick,
I knew in a moment it was that bastard named Nick.
And his apron was all tarnish’d & bloody, the brute;
And he look’d like a homicidal maniac just opening his pack:
More violent than ever he murdered animals the same,
And Nick grunted, and mocked, and call’d body parts by name:
“Now! Flank, now! T-bone, now! N.Y. Strip, and Prime rib,
“On! the superb filet mignon, on! Oh, & short ribs” ;
“Now season away! Sear away! Grill mark them all!”
So out to the loading dock the workers they flew,
With them unloading a transport truck – with Nick too:
She trembled when kick’d, like a bowl full of scared jelly:
She was lame and limping, a right pitiful sight,
And Nick laugh’d when she faltered, all for your appetite;
A flash of her eye and a jerk of her head
Soon the smell of blood hit her, Which filled her with dread.
And grab’d the captive bolt gun; pull’d the trigger with a jerk,
As I drew my hands to my head, to shield sight and sound,
Down to the floor, the feeble cow fell with a bound:
And she lay’d on her side, tho she wasn’t quite dead
Nick raised up his boot, kicking her right in her head.
His eyes – how they glazed! his bloodlust how scary,
His cheeks dotted with her blood, like a smashed cherry;
And there stood Nick, Watching her, oh, so aloof
The twitching and jerking of each dying hoof.
When I stared into the eyes of my ‘dinner’, I wanted to cry;
& you ‘an your cheeseburg’ with ketchup on top,
You chew and you swallow indoctrinated belief.
Be Vegan, to all, and for all animals- RIGHTS
Be Vegan𝔻𝕚𝕘 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝