You are powerful creatures-humans,
Slaughterhouses coming on as plans,
Luxurious food for you, is me,
Shops me with certain fee.
One stroke of hammer is my agony,
Shedding all bloody in tears,
Never to see the same sun set
Nor be their pet.
They couldn’t feel my pain,
For them, money is the gain,
That they have an advantage,
For I am as good as savage.
Stop biting into me,
Have guilt to my body
Consider series of my despair,
And be my heroes, as I fold my hands.
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