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In the stall goes another steer
the door slams shut in the rear
From this box the innocent peer
he knows his death is right here

Blood stains the ground and wall
realizations of the coming fall
Frantic horn gouges in the stall
to one another the terrified call

This awful death he is bound
he takes his last look around
Captive bolt-a common sound
someone's meal hit the ground

He is hoisted by a thick chain
his throat slit and left to drain
Our greed ordered him slain
us humans selfish and vain

Perhaps in harmony one bloodless day
from this violence we will stray
And society will stand and say
no more death and change our way

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