Wonderful poem by Emma
I’ve seen you in the meat aisle,
Seen you choosing who to eat,
Eyeing up their body parts
In rows all nice and neat.
I’ve seen you grabbing bottled milk
That wasn’t made for you
And I know you never think about
The suffering they knew.
I’ve watched you fill your trolley up
With misery and pain,
Eggs and cheese, a leg, a wing,
My heart just broke again.
You say I should respect your choice,
That it’s your right to choose,
Well, legally perhaps you win
But morally you lose.
I don’t know how you do it
But you close your ears and eyes
To the slaughterhouse, the blood and screams,
Their fear, despair and cries.
It doesn’t even cross your mind,
You bite and drink and chew,
And you keep yourself from knowing
That they died because of you.
So no, I don’t respect your choice,
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