40. we do not hear a cow that struggles along a ramp, the goats that scream like humans
i was crying out for help, like those animals that are slaughtered before dawn, we do not hear a cow that struggles along a ramp, the goats that scream like humans, the badly injured ones that are downed on the way in, they don't even make it to the murder scene, to the captive bolt pistol, they are too broken to climb the ramp, those ones that go down, those downed animals, going down in stockyards & auctions, who are too sick to stand, who are dragged away by chains & dumped, in their own fine way, they are crying out, to a society that is about to eat them, like i cried out, to those with the inability to feel simple compassion, & in their own way they are suffering, the people who find it easy to kill an animal, or to let the industry do it for them, or the people who destroy the life of a child, why couldn't you love me?, the child in me that knew it had to be loved or die from a lack of love, the child in me that refused to die, so clung to the ladder of life with no rungs, who gripped at nothing but space & craziness for its dear life, this child that i must take by the hand & lead through a nightmare, being the mother & father of myself, i will not forgive society for that, for what it does to children or for what it does to animals |
