Rich, red boiling soup........
Spicy, saucy, thick, streaming
And the chickens wailing in pain
Their legs, chest, throat all amputated they bleed and groan.
Garnished with salads and nuts ornate all over
Served in furnished, fantastic cutlery
be it at luncheon or dinner
In every other accident or death it's
lament, misery, malediction
Here at harm, hurt, murder
delight, pleasure, celebration!

Tongues water, passion grows, heart craves for more appetite
Emotions that sprout of violence, revenge, fright........
What an inanimate commodity
involved in such brutal treatment
Then what rapport, feelings, thoughts
is for an animate living being meant?

Green Peace

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