Mordant Massacre.

Many breeds have come and gone
All beings tortured for eons.
Some perish into extinction,
Some find it a useless cause.
All gutted before any revolution even starts.

It funny how they fed us and breed us,
What reason could they have to treat us?
They trick us in believe they do care.
But then they steal our young
Before they could even run!

I have seen a million of my fellow prisoners.
They checked upon us on rotation for being sick,
Before queuing the healthiest one is to be the pick.
Some Shackled in chains,
Some bounded by cages.

Finally transported to the gateau of gore

My father and his father before,
All their fates have been the same.

Their kind chooses us one by one or lots us into some kind of batch.
Then they drag into this deadly den,
A single Scream heard before the blade strikes in.
Stench of blood oozing… out...
A deafening silence followed by a humiliation
Stripping some and bagging the rest.
Some parts let lose to hang.
Showing we have no prayer or kind.

Are we born with no choice to freedom?
Are we just mechanism to feed them?

A listless life, they may assume,
I don’t intend to become food.

As labeled well,
In this massacre of the live stock!