Your steak just lying there <br />Looking up at you <br />Through big brown eyelashed eyes <br />Sadly watching the others <br />In the slaughter house line <br />All just waiting their turn <br />to die <br /> <br />Veal, house specialty <br />A terrified baby <br />Wrenched away from its mom <br />Locked up in a small wooden box <br />Alone <br />Eyes afraid, peeking out <br />Through the cracks <br />Listening to the tick-tock <br />Of the slaughterhouse clock <br /> <br />Roast pork today <br />Bright eyed, curly tailed <br />Doglike in many ways <br />Screaming in horror <br />Running fast on little legs <br />Unable to run away <br />Grabbed up and stabbed <br />By your stainless cutlery <br /> <br />Fried chicken on a blue plate <br />Crowded birds in misery <br />Stuffed in small cages <br />Not an extra inch <br />Of or for humanity <br />Can’t move around <br />No breathing space <br /> <br />And they ask me <br /> Dear Cin, <br />Why would you be <br /> A vegetarian?<br /><br />Cin Sweet Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vegetarian-4/
