Meat

How cute, a baby cow locked in a crate. Restricted from moving; to keep the flesh tender and white. A few weeks, and it’ll be meat.

The cow is old, all milked out; sent to the slaughterhouse; hamburger meat it will be.
The routine is simple; once the sadistic drivers have their fun. The cow will be hung; rear feet first; tied to a hook that is pulled up; so the head can be hammered with a sledge. Sometimes the cow is knocked cold; before its throat is slit; by a Rabbi; if there’s a need for kosher meat.

The younger cattle get to go on vacation they’re told. They go to the feedlot; all you want to eat is the rule, and they gain weight from the ground animal bone, and hormones too. Until their heads too will be driven under the sledge, in order to make steaks, hamburger, and hotdog meat; for me and you.

Sheep and goats are not exempt from the mighty sledge; that quickly changes them, from animals to meat; for me and you.

Did you ever think? This meat we eat; it could be us. If we were born, but with a gene or two like theirs. A hundred years from now; will we be viewed as cannibalistic, for the meat we eat today?

We eat the meat, and grind the bones; to feed back to the animals; where it all began. Did you ever stop to think; the animals might be eating of their kin?

I’d like to know who made us masters of all; to treat and torment as we do; without having to worry at all; that someday there will be a price to pay; for all the meat we eat today.