people.
i never once hear anyone
weeping
over all the chickens
we slaughter
day after day.
the cows
and fish. how we farm
them
and then put them
on the chopping block.
we never seem to care
about
their lives
as we slather on the tartar
sauce,
or cut into them with
a steak knife
after grilling them over
a bed of charcoal briquets.
we're cruel and oblivious
to the deeds we do.
and yet, they're so nice
here, so pleasant
as you pull up to the window
of a Chic Filet drive thru.
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