The Final Cry

 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.