Lake Of Blood

 

Lake Of Blood

 

Thoughts of animals, heading to slaughter,

Locked up in trucks in perpetual fear,

Enter my mind, like unbidden water;

Cows, sheep and pigs; all randomly appear;

I see them led to their deaths, every one;

Mere units on a meat production line,

And, upon reaching the slaughterer’s gun,

I hear every scream and terrified whine;

I feel their despair, each sentient being;

Their blood is a lake of tears in my mind,

Yet my eyes stay dry, in spite of seeing

This barbarism on animal-kind,

For if of that lake I released one drop,

I fear I wouldn’t be able to stop.