All of God's creatures have rights, a fact that most people don't seem to recognize.
This includes both human and non-human animals, but not all of them can speak for themselves.
Bacon
By Heather Leughmyer
Image from
Jo-Anne
McArthur / We Animals
A slab of flesh so grotesquely desired
Drowning in grease, not advised or required
Clogging the arteries, clearly a vice
But the non-human victim pays the real price.
Without anesthesia, as babies they’re maimed
Billions of beings, unique but unnamed
Bodies imprisoned, minds that go mad
Severely they suffer, so intensively sad.
Like 3-year old humans, alert and aware
Of stifling indifference so thick in the air
Their only release, a torturous end
They’ll never know freedom or the warmth of a friend.
Throats will be slit, blood will be spattered
Consciously boiled, but what does it matter?
Who mourns the loss of each innocent soul?
When misery makes such a great bacon bowl!
Who cares that you pay to put others through hell?
Sizzling sorrow has such a nice smell!
So what if each piece causes torment and pain
There are lives to be lost and diseases to gain!
Each slice of bacon costs more than you think
It belonged to a playful little bundle of pink
With a curious demeanor and a sweet, squishy snout
They’re the who, not the what, this poem’s really about.
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