“I can now be a pure vegetarian"

My dear living animals; my mother of all times,
I know you are created and have living-rights
Enjoy the fascinating environment and
Producers of succession till your last breath.
All over the world, your flesh and blood is
Considered as luxurious dietary-food and therefore,
Demands are very high for your limited flesh and blood.
Human beings love, nurture and care only to benefit from you.
When you are young and fragile, you are taken special care
And after certain times when you are enough to fit for humans,
They torture, train for services, if not kills you for your meat.
When you get enough fat and entered into old age
There are two solutions for greedy humans; either you
Will be killed around premises or be taken
To the slaughterhouse for your flesh to be supplied.
Your dream is to live and do not want to die like what I do.
You really shed tears when you see humans
Approaching with knifes, ropes, axes and so on.
You suffer a lot after one stroke of hammer or knife,
Breathing does not stop at once for your head or legs shedding all bloody.
I can't imagine the mercy human has.
There are so many slaughterhouses coming on as an action plans
For human’s wellbeing, your turn is on the way ahead.
You may be having lots of tension, often I hear you talking and crying:
I will never see the sun rise; I will never see it set,
I will never feel a kind touch; I will never be a pet,
I will never feel love, for I will not be loved,
As I’m led to my murder, being prodded, poked and shoved.
As they cut my tender skin, I wondered who would care,
If anybody out there, would consider my despair.
For you did not see me die, and you did not see me bleed,
You did not hear me cry, for the meat that you don’t need.
You did not watch them killing me; you could not feel my pain,
You will try not to think of me, as you blindly eat again.
I was the Ox you ate last picnic, the pig you had on Sunday.
I was the goat in your party, the mutton you had with a beer,
I felt pain beyond belief, but you never thought of me.
Because thinking can be painful, and you refuse to see,
That for every time you eat meat, those animals must bleed.
You may think you’re above me, that you have advantage,
But a kind, innocent creature, is better than a savage.
So next time you’re out shopping, Try to feel some guilt,
For those animals have died, for your eggs, your meat and milk
My heroes are those people, who will not bite into me,
So I ask a simple favour, and please stop eating meat.
And promise me and say me, “I can now be a pure vegetarian”