The Ode for The Meat

Kinsley Lee

The breeder sold the cows to the broker.

At dawn, he loaded them on the truck,

They were departed to the world as the first and last traveler,

And be bound the ropes so they did be stuck.

 

At last, they arrived at the slaughter house,

And were sent to jail for staying overnight.

No feeding the grasses, they stayed the house,

And never, again they could see the sunlight.

 

At dawn, they're conveyed on the auction by the broker,

The men only are talking the Ei-Ple, Two-ple,

The ratio of the profit's counted on by the seller.

Nobody think that they're once the live cattle.

  • Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2023 16:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: We can buy a meat at easy at the supermarket, but sometimes we have forgotten the meat were from the living lives. Whenever we eat the meat we have the mind of gratitude for the livestock.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 22
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Comments2

  • Doggerel Dave

    You have that right. As a very long term (nothing trendy about me!) vegetarian I applaud you.

    • Kinsley Lee

      Hi! Dave
      Thank you for your interesting and kind comments. At least I think we have the pitifulness to the stocks and other animals in the earth. Have a nice weekend! Thank you so much! BR. Kinsley

    • orchidee

      A sensitive write K.

      • Kinsley Lee

        Hi! Orchidee
        Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice weekend!



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